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yourwitchmama · 4 years ago

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Full Moon on Samhain, October 31st: The Hunter’s Blue Moon With Horoscopes

For the first time since World War II, people in all parts of the world will be able to see the Oct. 31 display. Samhain's full moon will be a blue moon. What is a blue moon? A blue moon occurs when there are two full moons in one month. We are halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice, a turning point in the season when we prepare for the cool months and shorter days. This is also a point in time where we turn our focus inward. How are we doing in our relationships? How do we feel about ourselves? What do we have to learn from our shadow self? This full moon falls under the sign of Taurus. Since the sign Taurus is powerfully rooted to the earth, this will be an ideal time to preform earth magick. Take this time to reflect on the magick and mystery of nature. This moon, though in Taurus, will inevitably shake things up in your life where things have been stagnant. Below, I am going to touch on the influences of this blue moon on each sign. Remember that it is important to know other signs in your chart, because it does affect your main sign.

Capricorn (December 22- January 19)

You may feel as if you want more attention or prosperity for the work or energy you have been putting out into the world. You may feel like you are fading behind the scenes, or maybe you aren’t getting close to desired achievements. This moon will reveal why you are feeling this way, and will bring you the boost of creativity you need in your life to move forward in what you are wanting to do. Meditate this Samhain, have a bonfire if you can, and add herbs and incense to set the mood. You aren’t alone, there are many spirits, for this is the most spiritual time of the year. If you are looking into spellwork, doing a spell on boosting creativity and insight on how you can get things done is going to be highly effective on this full moon.

Aquarius (January 20 – February 18)

There are two polar ways you will be feeling during this full moon. You may feel overly excited and you may want to go all out with the decorations and costumes. Do it! This full moon is activating your inner child, so don’t feel weird if you have an urge to trick or treat or watch a kids movie. If people give you weird looks, so what! You want free candy! In turn, you could be feeling bleak or depressed, stuck on your past and how you were robbed of your childhood. Don’t let any of this get you down. Inner child work is going to be very beneficial this Samhain. You will easily see into your past, and if you don’t have clear memories, feelings will guide you through your inner chid work. Nurture yourself like a child, but don’t coddle yourself. You are allowed to feel however you want, but like all things, in moderation.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

If you have been feeling stuck lately, look forward to a burst of inspiration and motivation. It might come out of nowhere, but you will feel ready to take on a new project or feel motivated to get things done that have been sitting for a while. You may feel inspired by those around you, or spirits could be putting subconscious information into your head that will inspire you. This is a highly spiritual time for you, and you will benefit from doing manifestation spells during this full moon. Remember to not take too many things on at once, and little steps are what you need to take to get where you want to be. Use this motivation to make a vision board.

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

You might feel like you are financially tight this year, which is understandable. Know that you are worth much more than you think you are, and you can get a job that you might not think you can get. If you couldn’t get fun decoration or a costume, don’t be upset! Samhain isn’t all about superficiality, it is about connecting to the other side while the veil is thin. Write down what you should be spending your money on vs. what you should not be spending your money on. Focus on what you can do to really save money, even if it is a few cents, it adds up. Consult your ancestors on what to do about money. You could use a ouija board (please use the proper precautions when doing this) or tarot cards to do this if you do not have the ability to talk directly. This is also a good time to cast money spells.

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

You are going to feel much more energized than normal, but don’t let this scare you! You aren’t manic, you are extremely excited and ready to take the day, no, year on. This energy will be intense since this full moon is in Taurus, but it will not be a bad intense. Choose wisely where to put your energy. This is also a good time to examine the rules you set for yourself, and try to see if there is anything you need to change. Try to step out of your comfort zone, and realize that you are capable of much more than you think you are capable of. This is going to be a good time to think about all of the things you are capable of doing, so write down ideas for yourself and focus on each idea, exploring the possibilities that are available to you in this life. Charging crystals or any magical items will be highly effective for you on this full moon. Hold whatever you want to put energy into, and tell it what you want it to do. Let your items soak up the full moons rays all night.

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

You have been wanting to explore your creativity more and open your mind to something new. This full moon is a perfect opportunity for you to get lost in your thoughts, take a magical bath, and curl up with an interesting book. You may want to watch horror movies or halloween movies from when you were a kid. This will bring a lot of inspiration and energy that you can harness for your creative journey. Any blocks you will be having will clear with this Samhain blue moon. You will be able to come up with new ideas and break out of your box to explore new creative things that you can thrive in. Crystal magick is going to be the best way to harness this creativity. Use crystals such as lapis lazuli, jasper, blue lace agate, herkimer diamonds, and tigers eye to help boost your creativity. You will also get signs from spirits as to what you can do, so look out for any symbolism or repeating numbers this Samhain.

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

You are feeling upset that this Samhain isn’t going to be a normal one, but that isn’t stopping you from indulging in the Samhain spirit. You may feel lonely or like something isn’t right, and that can lead to depression. Call some friends and talk about your hopes and dreams together, and delve into spirits and ghost stories as well. The goal of this Samhain Reflect on your ancestors and their accomplishments, and how they may affect your DNA. You are a collective being of all of your ancestors, so look at what runs in your blood. Know that you are not alone, and your ancestors and other beings are around you in spirit. You can talk to them, though you may feel crazy talking out loud to the air, they can hear you. You may receive signs that they are there, like something falling off a shelf or a knock on the wall.

You should focus on divination, talking to your ancestors through candle scrying, ouija boards, and pendulums.

Leo (July 23 – August 22)

This year has made you restless and ready to get things done. This full moon is going to amplify those feelings, so you may feel frustrated that things aren’t going back to normal. Luckily, the stars are aligned for positive change, so making a move now is going to land you in the right place. Try to get some of that pent up frustration and energy out by carving pumpkins, making a vision board, deep cleaning your house of any residual energy hiding in the dust, and anything else active you can think of. If you play an instrument or sing, do that to your heart's content. This Samhain, focus on your higher self and try to take advice from it. If you get tired from all of your physical activities, sit down with a good book or watch a movie that brings nostalgia and motivation.

Virgo (August 23 – September 22)

You may feel like your world is upside down, and you don’t know what to do with it. You could be feeling depressed that this Samhain isn’t going to be normal, but know that you are not alone, spirits are all around you. Try to connect with them to get rid of that loneliness. Try scrying, ouija boards, and pendulums to connect with those beings around you, you will feel less lonely. You also might feel that this year has been against you, and you are stuck in a rut. This full moon will give you inspiration and motivation, getting you out of this rut with new solutions to old problems. Journal and try to figure out what you need to do to get out of this rut. You can try automatic writing to see what spirits are trying to tell you to help you as well.

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Your highly empathic feelings have been hurting you this year, and you might feel sorrow from the deaths, fires, riots, corruption, and disease. Your highly sensitive heart needs a break, and this Samhain, you will get it. You may feel more empathic than usual, but focusing on what you can do to help yourself is going to be important. Go for a walk under the moon, take a long bath, watch some movies, and indulge in good food. You will learn how to feel for others without it harming you, bringing you motivation to help the world by donating, praying, and getting active in your community if you can. It is important to cleanse and cord cut this Samhain, focusing on taking negative energy out of your space and inviting healing energies in. Cut yourself off from negative people and thoughts with cord cutting. It will also be helpful if you place bowls of salt water around your space (don’t do this if you have animals or a way to get animals out of the space you are putting the bowls in) to soak up the negative energy.

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

You are fully immersed in the autumn spirit, embracing your birth month to the fullest, and revving up for a full on Samhain. It won’t be like other Samhains, but you don’t care. You are going to make the most out of this holiday, and it will bring you satisfaction and coziness like no other time of year. Watch nostalgic movies and embrace the colder weather. Drink some hot cider (you could add a little spiced rum if you are about that life) or smoke a little thc (if you are about that life). If you haven’t set the mood yet, what are you waiting for? Go get a cheap tiny gourd if you are out of money, and try to carve it. ANY squash will do, so don’t feel upset that pumpkins might not be in the cards because of the price tag. Have some pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, candy, any kind of food that will get you into the fall mood. If you don’t have fall room spray, boil some sticks of cinnamon in hot cider, the smell is heavenly. Spiritually, focus on your shadow self, and try to communicate with the spirits around you. Make sure to use black crystals for protection.

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

You are feeling EXTRA spiritual this Samhain. You may not even feel like yourself, but that is normal to experience on the most spiritual day of the year. You are more psychic than usual, so divination is going to be highly accurate and easier to perform at this time. Give out free tarot readings, read friends who don’t know what tarot is, chant, drum, sing, and get fully immersed into the spiritual side of this Samhain. You might feel to magickal to participate in more materialistic things, so make this Samhain your own. There is no right way to celebrate. Let the spirits guide you in your actions, and maybe do some rituals if the inspiration strikes.

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interact-if · 4 years ago

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Day 6 of A/PI Heritage Month featured authors interview! Perceive Nines, me, yours truly!

Nines, author of Orthall Bay

A/PI Heritage Month Featured Author

[…]The name always stuck, regardless of how many foster families you fell under. It should be comforting that at least one aspect of you will always stay the same, but it’s a stark reminder of how isolated you are. A name with nothing to belong to, nothing to trace back to. Then again, you’ve managed to get this far just on your own.

In Orthall Bay, an in-development interactive fiction, you play as a young adult who grew up as an orphan. You have no knowledge about your parents, or any form of family. That is, until you get a phone call about a recently-passed man claiming to be your grandfather. Two things are certain when you arrive in the maritime town. One, Orthall Bay is seemingly idyllic. And two, there’s no such thing as perfect towns.

The question is, how deep does its roots go?

Author's Ko-fi

(INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!)

Q1: First of all, introduce us to your project! What is it about?

My current project is about you, an orphan, who moves to a fictional tourist town in California after being left as a beneficiary of your estranged late grandfather’s will. Orthall Bay is rich with supernatural myths and superstitious legends, and it has always thrived like that. Not long after your arrival, you start to notice that a lot of things about the seemingly arcadian town don't add up. At the center of it? You, and your equally estranged half-uncle.

Q2: If it’s not too spoilery, what are you most excited about your project?

Ooh, this is a bit tricky to answer! There’s so many things I’m looking forward to exploring with writing Orthall Bay, it’s hard to nitpick a few. Right now, I’m excited about building characters with depth that people would both be able to criticize and appreciate. It’s an easy choice to write characters you know your audience is coded to love and/or admire, but I want to explore the opportunities with character development depth that interactive fiction brings. Who knows, maybe I’m thinking of allowing my characters to go down the paths less taken.

Q3: What inspired the current project you’re working on?

Ah, man, I just know my October 2020 self is burying their head under a pillow right now. The idea for Orthall Bay was actually a mosaic of lines from fics of various fandoms, but what really set off the lightbulb was a line from a Teen Wolf fic. It’s very telling of the direction I want to take this project, so I won’t write it down, but I am going to leave a tiny crumb. One word: widdershins.

Q4: Do you pull from your own identity for inspiration? How has that been reflected in your work?

Orthall Bay is set in California which houses a sizable Asian-Pacific Islander population, but that being said, it’s not heavily focused on. A lot of my characters are A/PI but I can’t definitively say that I’m rooting from my own identity. It’s a supernatural book, and I’m drawing from all sorts of mythological creatures and lores and making them into my own. So, in a way, I’m allowing Orthall Bay to be a project where I let it take an identity of its own. I’m pretty sure I’ll come up with future projects that are more SEA-centric though!

Q5: What’s been your experience so far? With writing, with the IF community…

The jump from writing novels to writing interactive fiction was a bit of an adjustment. I haven’t been a very consistent writer, but most of my works were novels and its fixed worlds. Interactive fiction is different because you have to actively bind the story together in a way that makes your reader feel involved. And you have to be constantly aware of that. I still end up drafting a chapter, only to realize I forgot to lay out options that matter. It’s definitely a learning curve, but it’s worth it and very rewarding.

As for the IF community, I genuinely believe it’s one of the most welcoming and supportive communities I’ve had the pleasure of being a part of. Really, it’s heartwarming to see writers excited about their upcoming projects and being met with equal, if not more, enthusiasm from a potential audience. It’s not without flaws, sure, but the sheer amount of support you can garner is incredible. As a writer trying out a new medium, it’s one of the things that helped boost my confidence to continue working on my project.

Q6: Do you have any future projects in the works?

I do! GFTA is my baby, and I plan on nurturing it for a long time. Currently, I have about three ideas I’m considering to turn into actual projects, one of them being sci-fi and inspired by a game. As of now though, I’ll mostly be working on Orthall Bay. This is due to restrictions from my schedule, but it’s safe to say that I’ll be around for more than just a while. I’m absolutely dedicated to establishing my own platform within the IF community.

Q7: Finally, what piece of advice would you give to fellow authors?

Hmm, I’m not sure I’m the best person to ask since I’ve only recently started writing interactive fiction, but I’d like to say this: you are your first and last audience. Always. Every project starts off as self-indulgence to some degree or extent, and that’s okay. Write what you want to write, not what everyone demands. Pleasing your audience is a grey area and you won’t be able to satisfy everyone. It’s important to take criticism into account, but please remember you don't owe anyone anything for writing media that they actively have a choice whether or not to consume.

#if: events #Happy Asian and Pacific Islander month!!#Asian/pacific islander month 2021 #a/pi month #a/pi month 2021 #aapiheritagemonth #aapi month #interactive fiction #authors of color

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scotianostra · 4 years ago

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Happy 51st Birthday Gerard James Butler born 13 November 1969 in Paisley.

When he was 6 months old, his family relocated to Montreal, Canada, where his father tried a few business ventures but ultimately failed. A year and a half later, his parents divorced, and his mother moved Gerard and his two older siblings back to her hometown of Paisley.

After the move, Butler was raised by his mother, with no further contact with his father until he was 16 years old. (Gerard and his later father reconciled, and remained close until his father died of cancer when Butler was in his early 20s.) During his childhood, Butler was enthralled with movies and acting, and his mother took him to several auditions. He joined the Scottish Youth Theatre and in one of his first roles played a street urchin in its production of Oliver!, a role I have played myself, in a school production I was in Fagin's gang, but alas fame was not to come my way as it did for Gerard

Despite his love for theater and film, Butler was anxious to please his family and believed that acting was not a realistic career choice for him. "I was a 16-year-old kid on the other side of the world from where they made movies," he later said. "Scottish actors never really got play. There was Sean Connery, and that was it." Though he claims he is "not the most academic of guys," Butler graduated near the top of his high school class and enrolled in the University of Glasgow, where he studied to become a lawyer and solicitor.

During his time in university, Butler was also the president of the law society and graduated with honours. Like many other new graduates, Butler decided to take a year off to travel abroad, and his ventures soon landed him in Venice, California, where he indulged in the high life: "This is when things started to go a little crazy," he later said. "Something very compulsive and dark and lusty and pleasurable but damaging took over. It was suddenly knowing I could go out and have a life of traveling, craziness, adventure, partying, women, and all the other things that go with that—including a sense of abandonment."

After California, Butler returned to Scotland to begin a two-year traineeship at one of Edinburgh's top law firms,(while there he shared a flat with my pal Peter)but soon found that he despised the job more and more, and he started slacking off and letting his depression show. A week before he was due to finish his traineeship, he went to the Edinburgh Film Festival and saw a stage production of Trainspotting, an experience that crystallized his disappointment with the law and his yearning to be an actor: "The guy playing the lead role was phenomenal. It was such an incredible atmosphere. And I'm dying inside. This is the life I wanted to live. I can do this. I know I can do this. But it's past now. It's gone. I'm 25. I missed that opportunity. A week later, they fired me."

Humiliated but determined to finally pursue his dream of acting, Butler moved to London, England, the next day and worked odd jobs while trying to get his career off the ground. While working as a casting assistant for the play Coriolanus, he ran into the play's director, Steven Berkoff, in a coffee shop and begged for a chance to read for the lead role. He says of the experience: "I gave it everything. Afterward, the casting director came up to me almost in tears. She said, 'You're the best he saw in two days!' Walking home was probably the happiest moment of my life, when there's an energy in you that can't be put down. I'd gone from handing out pages to getting the lead role." After a successful run in Coriolanus, Butler landed the lead in the exact same stage rendition of Trainspotting that had inspired him to try acting again, and he was really on his way as an actor.

Making the transition from the stage to the screen, in 1997 Butler starred with Judi Dench and Billy Connolly in Mrs. Brown and also scored a small part in the James Bond film Tomorrow Never Dies. During the film's shooting, he was picnicking with his mother near a river and heard screaming from a boy who was in trouble. He immediately dove into the river and saved the youth from drowning, winning a Certificate of Bravery from the Royal Humane Society as an example of his courage and caring.

After acting in a series of largely forgettable films, in 2003, Butler finally got his break with the role of the Phantom in Joel Schumacher's on-screen adaptation of the Broadway musical Phantom of the Opera. It was a demanding role that required the actor to sing most of his lines. Even though Butler had been the lead singer of a rock band during his time in law school, he was incredibly nervous about auditioning for the part: "I'd had maybe four singing lessons when I went to sing 'Music of the Night' for Andrew Lloyd Webber, which was perhaps the most nerve-wracking experience I ever went through. But I got the role.

Some people thought I did a great job, but others thought it was sacrilegious." Though Phantom did not hit blockbuster gold, it got Butler recognized in Hollywood, and four years later he landed the lead role, as King Leonidas, in 300, the testosterone-infused historical epic about a small legion of Spartan soldiers defeating the enormous Persian army. To look believable as a warrior king, Butler trained every day for four months in the most intense workout regimen of his life, giving him an incredible physique in time for the shoot: "You know that every bead of sweat falling off your head, every weight you've pumped—the history of that is all in your eyes," he said. "That was a great thing, to put on that cape and put on that helmet, and not have to think ...'I should have trained more.' Instead, I was standing there feeling like a lion."

Butler's role in 300 was a huge boost to his career profile. Since appearing in 300, the actor has starred in several romantic comedies such as P.S. I Love You with Hilary Swank and The Ugly Truth with Katherine Heigl, along with appearing on many "world's hottest men" lists. And his career isn't showing any signs of slowing down.

Despite all of his success, Gerard Butler still retains the breezy attitude of a guy who rolls with the punches and has a down-to-earth sense of humour. Looking back, he is still slightly stunned at the twists his life has taken and reflects on what could have been: "I wasn't going to be an actor. I was going to be a lawyer ... There was something else at work, something I didn't have control of. If I hadn't [messed] up that job, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. I might be a very mediocre lawyer in some small town in the middle of Scotland."

I half expected a tweet on last nights Football from Gerard, but he has been quiet since the beginning of the month when he tweeted.

Devastated to hear that we lost one of the true greats today. He was such an enormous inspiration to me, and a big part of the reason I’m even here. He gave a little Scottish boy inspiration and hope that there was a place for us in this business.

On the movie front, Butler fans who like his "...has Fallen" films, will be pleased to know that Mike Banning will be back with a fourth instalment Mike Banning called Night Has Fallen, no more details about that as yet, but if it attracts stars like Nick Nolte and Morgan Freeman, who co-starred in Angel has Fallen, it is sure to be another hit.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #birthday

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viterbofangirl · 4 years ago

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first line meme!

@fallynleaf said in her post to consider myself tagged, so I’m happily indulging in this lil’ ego boost! Thanks for the opportunity, m’dear! ^_~

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

NB- These are all unfinished and unposted WIPs. It behooves me to note that some of these are not at all recent. However, they ARE fics that have “first lines” at all, which is not necessarily a given as my Creative Muse is obnoxiously nonlinear in her inspirations.

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1- The Gray Ghost had suffered some engine trouble somewhere on Interstate 65, so Mom and Dad hadn’t managed to make it to Chuck’s wedding. (Early Edition: ”Belly Up to the Bar”, a canon-compliant continuation of the episode “Occasionally Amber”, Gary/Toni except kinda not really because she’s totally pissed)

2- Oracle, Texas. 1878. A gnarled husk of a town still trying to deny that its glory days are past. (”Gunslinger”, my serious treatment/retelling of the Roger Corman western)

3- The gate clanged shut behind him, and Meng Yao took a deep, steadying breath. (MDZS: ”Leverage”, an Untamed AU based on inspired by pretty much continuing @littlesmartart‘s brilliant setup and concept)

4- Many, many nights would Jiang Cheng lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling and pondering the razor’s edge of chance he’d toed. (MDZS: an Untamed chengqing fic set post-canon, current working title is “Second Chances” but I don’t like it)

5- Napoleon Solo flipped though an outdated magazine with little real interest as he lounged in one of the chairs lining the lobby of the car rental establishment. (TMFU (2015): ”Girls Just Want to Have Fun”, a fic set in my “Eight Strapping Daughters” universe where it is currently 1987 and Gaby and Illya have had eight daughters, any of whom are capable of taking over the world... and all of whom are about to spend the day at a shopping mall)

6- He felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. (Sailor Moon: ”Moon Revenge”, a Minako/Kunzite bodyguard AU)

7- The Moon was visiting Earth. (Sailor Moon: ”No Miracle for the Likes of Us”- another working title- which is Venus/Kunzite-centric exploration of the end of the Silver Millenium)

8- Chibi-Usa hasn’t stayed very long after Helios departed. (Sailor Moon: ”Rebirth AU”- you guessed it... working title- a Minako/Kunzite-heavy-but-not-exclusive AU that deviates from the manga/SM Crystal canon after the end of the Dead Moon Circus arc where the Shitennou are revived and the events of Star never occur)

9- Monday, 7:00 AM: Alarm goes off.

Monday, 7:00:08 AM: Alarm thrown across room. (Sailor Moon: “Codename: Teen Idol ‘Dite”, a side arc set in the above AU where, lacking any catastrophic galactic conflicts to fight against, Minako is going out of her mind with boredom and takes an undercover job as an idol as part of a police/Interpol sting operation)

10- Normally, Salazar Slytherin took great pride in his self-control. (Harry Potter: ”Release”, a short Hogwarts founders one-shot involving a maddening magical construction project and a sudden bout of swearing)

11- It was the first truly warm day since winter had broken, and Salazar Slytherin wandered the grounds with no purpose or destination in mind, simply basking in the sunlight until he began to feel the chill of the dungeons recede from his bones. (Harry Potter: ”And Treat Them All the Same”, a Hogwarts founders story about Helga Hufflepuff’s background and why she feels very strongly about equal treatment)

12- Salazar Slytherin stared at the wardrobe for another minute before finally deciding to throw another fur over his fur-lined cloak, leather jerkin, and wool tunic. (Harry Potter: another one-shot Hogwarts founders fic with a teeny bit of Helgazar where the very cold-blooded Slytherin has to deal with a snowball fight, currently but not definitively titled “Snow Day”)

13- As the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Brooklyn burst through the thin stone crust encasing him, his awakening roar shifting into a yawn as he stared blearily at the skyline and tried to remember what century he was in. (Gargoyles: ”Return of the Time Dancer”, Brooklyn’s return to New York- family in tow- after his Phoenix Gate adventures)

14- The couple breaking their fast that morning were strikingly handsome, if perhaps past the most fashionable age. (The Scarlet Pimpernel, Pride and Prejudice: “Scarlet Impressions”, a crossover fic that pretty much unfolded itself when I a) crunched numbers regarding the dates and years of respective storylines and b) realized that while Lizzy and Marguerite would get on like a house on fire, Darcy’s only possible reaction to Sir Percy would be unmitigated horror poorly repressed due to the latter’s much higher social standing)

15- Paris really was lovely this time of year. (MCU: “Threads and Patches: Part One”, first part of a three-part Clintasha AU set after the events of Civil War and most emphatically *not* farm-family friendly)

16- The briny air filled her lungs to bursting, but she continued to draw in breath until it hurt. (Highlander the Series: “The Mad Viking Saga”... because, frankly, EVERYONE should have an Immortal™ self-insert character and I refuse to apologize or feel ashamed of mine)

17- “Your Highness? The oracle is here.” (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Sinbad and the Garden of the Hesperides” a sequel to the animated movie that actually should be titled “Proteus and the etc., etc.” bc it’s mostly about him and giving him the ending I think he deserves, a.k.a. an OC love interest and a chance for adventure while on a quest to save his city from a plague)

18- Bare feet pounded on the hot, rough pavement as Sinbad dashed around another tight corner. (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Fast Friends”, an eight-chapter prequel telling the story of how Sinbad and Proteus met and grew up together, wherein each chapter progresses with each year they know each other from when they meet to when Sinbad leaves)

19- Reed was well-known as your stereotypical absent-minded professor. (Fantastic Four: “Shut Up and Dance With Me”, a Reed/Sue fluffy one shot where Reed is adorable because fight me)

20- The spaceport on Aruus Minor reeked of fuel, welding torches, and sweaty coveralls, but it was a welcome change from the recycled air of the Lambda shuttle. (Star Wars Legends Expanded Universe (BITE ME DISNEY): “Everything Unsaid”, a Luke/Mara chance encounter set during the we-share-an-unbearable-degree-of-compatibility-to-say-nothing-of-the-overwhelming-sexual-tension-but-both-of-our-lives-are-kind-of-a-mess-and-neither-of-us-feels-ready-to-deal-with-our-feelings-for-each-other-so-we’ve-individually-decided-to-just-ignore-said-feelings-while-simultaneously-being-drawn-to-each-other-whenever-we’re-so-much-as-in-the-same-fucking-hemisphere years)

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WHEW! Well, it sure was fun to tease all my followers with a taste of fics that will neverrr be finished! As far as patterns go, seems I tend to prefer either set-up paragraphs or punchy one-to-three-liners intended to trick intrigue people into reading further. My favorite is definitely #9. It’s a diary/log of Minako’s day, and her POV is hilarious and sooooo much fun to write like that!

Anyone who wishes to participate should consider themselves tagged, and PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU DECIDE TO PARTICIPATE!

#fanfic #WIPs #mod's stuff #viterbofangirl thinks she can write #asks #my stuff

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halothenthehorns · 4 years ago

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OWL POST

Next morning dawned very bright and early for the household, despite their late evening they were all up and around well before a normal breakfast. Since he was the first one up, Sirius decided to make breakfast before Lily could kick him out of the kitchen, which also meant breakfast was a very quick affair. They were all settled down and ready to read within an hour of being awake, highly anxious to get reading again.

Sirius, having finished off last time, passed the book along to Harry for his start.

The narrative starts by stating the simple fact that Harry Potter was considered an unusual boy.

"Oh come on Harry, you're not that weird," James said bracingly, "odd stuff just seems to happen to you."

Harry grinned lightly without looking up, deciding to read the reasons he felt he was so weird before he really believed him.

Beginning to list the reasons, the first of which was that he hated his summer holidays.

"So do I," Sirius mock pouted, "so are you saying I'm unusual."

Before Harry could even answer, Remus really did mock him, saying, "Sirius, Harry doesn't have to say that. I'm saying it for him."

While Harry laughed at the pair, Sirius just huffed and grumbled a bit with a smile.

Another reason was that he actually wanted to do his homework,

"That's not so odd either," Lily chuckled, getting into this now, "I enjoyed doing my homework all the time. It was always something fun and unusual."

"That's just because you didn't grow up around magic," James rolled his eyes, "if you did, you'd just think of it as boring homework."

but was forbidden and now did it in secret during the nights.

Then they all grimaced in disgust as they now firmly remembered where exactly Harry was, and why he would be doing that.

The last of his reasons, he was a wizard.

"Right," James drew the word out in disbelief. "So what about all of that made you unusual again?"

"Well when you put it like that it's not," Harry chuckled, "but sitting around thinking about it..." he trailed off.

They all smiled indulgently at him, pleased he truly did seem to be relaxing and finally making more jokes.

The timing properly started at midnight, Harry lay awake under his bed sheet working on previously said homework, an essay about Witch Burning from the Fourteenth Century and why it was pointless, and gaining knowledge of the subject from his text entitled A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.

"I actually remember that essay vividly," Lily giggled, "it was pretty funny to find out the lengths wizards go to hide themselves from Muggles, when Muggles can't hardly find us when we're not even trying to hide."

Using his quill he was scanning the page looking for something to add to his essay and came across a likely paragraph, going into details about one witch in particular deemed Wendelin the Weird who enjoyed being caught simply for the use of using a tickle charm she'd hidden in the flames.

"I can't imagine how she got her nickname," Sirius said, mock-puzzled and wondering why she didn't just perform that charm herself, rather than being 'caught.'

"How did that work though?" Harry asked, realizing the book wasn't going to explain further. "The Muggles would have been sitting there watching, and wouldn't they have noticed she wasn't burning up?"

Remus happily explained, "since the smoke was in everyone's eyes so much, they most often did these in open fields and such, they could just disappear before the charm wore off. Anyone who

heard the loud crack it makes, just assumed it was logs or even the bones breaking, stuff like that."

Harry nodded in understanding, having a pang in his chest as he realized this kind of answer would never go in his essay, because he hadn't been able to ask them this. It was the small, little things that still got to him and reminded him that his home life really had sucked.

Harry carefully pulled out a bottle of ink and then used his quill to carefully begin scratching notes on the topic, silently as possible. He feared that if the family he lived with, the Dursleys, heard the pointed sound,

"I always wanted to ask," Harry butted in again, "why do we use quills, instead of pens?"

Both Lily and Remus released bursts of laughter at this, Lily explaining, "trust me, I think every muggle-born's asked that at some point or another. Professor Flitwick explained it saying that it's just more traditional. He tried to give a muggle comparison, saying it's why some teachers still want you to use print instead or cursive on your homework, even though there's no real difference at the end results."

Harry shrugged and said thanks, happy that random little thing was explained.

he would definitely get in major trouble for it, likely being locked in the cupboard for the remainder of his holidays.

Their good mood was gone in an instance, all wanting to threaten or far worse to those Muggles Harry was forced to live with, but Harry wasn't hearing of it as he read on loudly.

The Dursley family of number four, Privet Drive, was the reason that Harry never enjoyed his summer holidays.

Sirius began saying something rather foul at once, but Harry was still diligently ignoring them and continuing.

His Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son, Dudley, were Harry's only living relatives. They were Muggles, and they had a very medieval attitude toward magic.

"Medieval, that about sums it up," Lily agreed bitterly.

Harry's dead parents,

Even Harry couldn't keep a hitch out of his voice as he forced himself to read that.

who had been a witch and wizard, were never mentioned. For years in Harry's younger life Petunia and Vernon had done their best to keep Harry as miserable as possible, hoping to squash his hereditary magic out of him.

This time Harry had to cut across all four of them trying to continue their threats, but Harry refused to let them get on for long. He didn't want their tempers' spiking, and for them to possibly rile themselves up enough to go out and act on those threats.

To their horror, it hadn't worked, so they now lived in fear of what anyone would think if they knew where Harry had spent the majority of his last two years of life at Hogwarts.

"Who exactly is anyone?" James scoffed in disgust. "It's not like they have any friends."

Harry just sighed, not really wanting to indulge them and explain that the Dursleys were very neighbourly people, often boasting loudly about the goings on of their life. He didn't quite know what the neighbourhood thought he'd been doing the past two years at school, but he knew without a doubt the Dursleys hadn't been saying it in a good way.

All the Dursleys could get away with now was to take Harry's magical means, including his wand, school books, and supplies and stow them away in the cupboard and forbid Harry from speaking to any of the neighbours.

This time they didn't actually try and cut Harry off, realizing he wasn't going to let them, so they quietly simmered and grouched about that line.

This could have been a real problem for Harry, as he had summer homework and knew one teacher in particular who would never take any excuse for him not doing it. Professor Snape would take any opportunity to give Harry a solid month's worth of detentions for any reason.

"I can see that," Lily agreed fairly, before any of the boys could get in a more biased opinion, "a teacher would have the right to scold you for not doing homework. Though admittedly," she continued even more loudly when James looked about to cutting her off, "I do wish you had explained why you wouldn't be able to do your homework."

Harry just shrugged, knowing that Snape wouldn't have cared no matter what, and never having bothered with the other teachers either.

Harry had outsmarted them though, biding his time and found an opportunity the first week of holidays. Vernon had received a new car and had brought Petunia and Dudley out front to have a look at it, boasting loudly enough that surely the neighbours heard as well.

Remus muttered something under his breath that caused Sirius to release a bark-like laughter, causing James to scowl at them mostly because he wasn't in on the joke.

Harry had taken his chance and gone to the cupboard, picking the lock,

"Glad to see Fred and George taught you that nifty little trick," James approved.

and stowing away a majority of his school things. So long as he left no evidence of it, the Dursleys need never know he was studying magic by night.

"That's my pup," Sirius grinned from ear to ear, "stick it to those bloody Muggles."

All four of them were beyond pleased Harry seemed more and more likely to stand up to that rubbish family of his and even doing small things like this boosted their moral of the ratty situation.

Harry was particularly keen on staying out of their crosshairs as of late, as they were in an especially bad mood with him,

"As opposed to?" Lily asked, genuinely curious.

"Just, a normal bad mood," Harry shrugged, unable to really explain that any other way.

"So, what did they blame you for doing?" James asked without really wanting to hear the answer.

Harry sighed, remembering quite well that this essay marked the time passing from when Ron had called him. He explained the whole fiasco, which both delighted and infuriated them all at the same time. Harry regretted having told them this though when he realized the book was about to explain it, so it's not like they could move past this.

all because he'd received a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation.

"At least he tried," James sighed.

It had been Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend from school, who came from a family of wizards. This unfortunately meant that he wasn't very skilled in using muggle objects, like phones, hence his confusion when Vernon answered the call, and heard Ron bellowing at the top of his lungs 'hello?'

"Wow," Lily muttered, rubbing at her ear, "when you said he shouted, you meant it."

"Guess next time, you should go into a bit more details with Arthur," Remus sighed.

Harry was looking down at the pages sadly, suddenly realizing that he had left out the part where Vernon had shouted at him for this mess, but had merely said this is what caused them to be extra mad at him. Now the book was possibly going to show something he didn't particularly want his family to hear... sighing in defeat he pressed on.

Harry had happened to be in the room at the time, and could clearly hear Ron's continued shouting that he wanted to talk to Harry. Vernon turned on Harry on the spot, fury prevalent.

Not even Lily felt pity for this horrid man, she joined in as they laughed just a bit cruelly at his ignorance of the situation.

Vernon roared right back, demanding to know who was speaking.

"Poor Ron," Sirius chuckled, "he probably doesn't even understand he's doing anything wrong, since that arse is responding in exactly the same way."

"Where did he even get a hold of a phone?" James suddenly asked. "That's not something he'd have around his house."

"I asked," Harry shrugged, "he said his Dad apparated him into town to use one."

"Wait, you could still write to him?" Remus asked eagerly, misunderstanding how Harry had asked, "So did you pick the lock on Hedwig's cage this summer?" Remembering all too well the

injustice done to that poor bird last summer.

"Actually," Harry fully grinned this time, and deciding against correcting his assumption; really he had asked on the train ride home last year. "I really was just allowed to let her out at night. Uncle- err," he corrected himself at once for the slip that he knew they all hated for addressing them as

any type of family, "Vernon hated the racket so much he said I could so long as the neighbours didn't see her."

"Probably the most decent thing they've done in their life," Lily beamed, taking this small victory.

"Even if it was for the most selfish of reasons," James agreed.

Ron called right back in the same tones, speaking as if from the opposite end of a football field,

Sirius couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image.

that he was a friend of Harry's from school. Vernon's hate filled eyes narrowed in on Harry, who had been trying to edge back to his room.

"Uh-oh," they all muttered, Harry had left the part out that he'd been in the room when this happened.

Vernon steamed back that no Harry Potter lived there, now holding the phone as far away

from his head as if it were a ticking bomb,

"I wish," James grumbled, enjoying that for a moment longer.

Continuing to shout that no one had better come near his family!

"He is a bloody paranoid one, isn't he?" Remus said in an almost conversational tone of voice, if his hands weren't white knuckled from what he was dearly trying not to picture that man doing to Harry in retaliation for this. "Honestly, one stupid phone call, and he thinks Ron's going to kill them all?"

"Wish he would," Sirius huffed, "actually I wish Arthur or Molly would really go over there sometime this summer, and take Harry with them, and then never come back."

"If only," Harry agreed, though he really did want to move on now, never letting himself think like this for too long, since it wouldn't ever come true.

Then he slammed the receiver down so hard it was in danger of breaking. The following fight was one of the worst ever in that house.

Lily released a pitiful moan at that description, not even wanting to think on what this could mean...

Vernon rampaging that how dare Harry give out the houses number, to people like him. Ron seemed to have realized that he'd gotten Harry into trouble, because he had yet to try again.

"Wait, wait, back up!" Sirius demanded. "Is that all he did? Shout at you."

"Yes," Harry said quickly...a little too quickly. They'd all had this moment before, where they genuinely wanted to question what exactly Harry was hiding about his home life there. It was

something, of that they were all sure by this point, but the last time they had tried to press on the matter further Harry had gotten very uptight about the matter and had refused to speak on it, saying it wasn't important.

There were several options, none of them good, that would cause him to do this. They wanted desperately to know, but feared if they forced Harry to tell without making one hundred percent

sure he trusted them first, it could break the rather tentative hold they had on said trust. So they didn't question the obvious lie, and waited patiently for Harry to divulge the information willingly, well as patiently as any of them really could be. They weren't subtle about giving Harry looks that said quite clearly 'liar.'

Harry ignored all this, now reading on as fast as possible.

Harry's other best friend from school, Hermione Granger, hadn't made contact either. Harry had the suspicion that Ron may have sent her a warning against doing so, which Harry regretted as she did come from a muggle family and would have known perfectly well how to not only use the phone, but had enough sense not to speak of their school.

"Now that I'm not sure of," Lily disagreed, "since I can assume I'm right in saying you've never told your friends about how you're treated there. So Hermione wouldn't have found it odd at all to mention she knew you from school."

Harry just shrugged, muttering, "yeah, guess so," before quickly pressing on, they all noted Harry didn't exactly answer the first part of his mother's question.

So Harry had no word from any of his wizarding friends for five long weeks,

"Wait, what?" Remus snapped. "I thought you said Hedwig was allowed out? Why on earth aren't you sending them mail?"

"I said I wouldn't," Harry said like he thought it was obvious, rather annoyed he really couldn't just skip this part.

"Harry," James groaned, "this is one time you could have lied! Merlin, they wouldn't even know the difference."

Harry just shrugged again, which was all too common an occurrence whenever this type of thing was brought up. Usually the boy was more than willing to talk and interact with them, asking questions and demanding details, and always more than willing to say what went on around school where some of the deadliest things had happened to him. The fact that he was so closed up about this particular subject continued scaring them the longer this dragged on.

making the summer drag on as horribly as the last one. The one improvement on the situation was his owl, Hedwig. She'd finally been allowed out at night, after Harry promised not to let her send or receive mail.

They all clenched up and muttered a bit more, and were growing beyond frustrated at Harry's not letting them get a word in this time.

The only reason this had even been allowed was because of the racket she made when Vernon had caged her up last summer. Speaking of Hedwig, Harry rolled out from under his bed, eyes burning and putting away his homework for the night into a loose floorboard under his bed.

"Props for finding that," James grinned weakly, happy he had any reason to do so again. Merlin, were they only on the first chapter and he was already feeling like crap again?

Then he stood and glanced around his room, noting his owl's empty cage, before his eyes landed on the clock and he felt an odd jolt in him. The time now read one in the morning, meaning that Harry was now officially thirteen years old.

Then the four of them released pitiful sighs, knowing by now not to even ask about how this birthday was going to go, and only hoping it went at least a little better than last year...Merlin

almost anything would be better than last year!

Yet another unusual thing about Harry was how little he looked forward to his birthdays.

"Yeah, I've got nothing for that," James huffed in disgust, wishing with everything he owned he could fix that. His friends clearly couldn't do anything for Harry, even on this day in particular, so Harry's hatred for his birthday was both founded, and unarguable, plus just down right depressing.

"Congratulations Harry," Sirius said in a falsely bright voice, "we agree, you're unusual."

Harry really did laugh then, making them all feel just that little bit better.

He had never received a birthday card in his life.

Harry joined in on their wince of pain this time, not really appreciating that little reminder.

The Dursleys had made a practice of not even acknowledging the date, and Harry had no suspicions that this would change. His eyes again landed on Hedwig's empty cage. She'd been gone for some time now, but Harry wasn't exactly worried, she'd been gone longer. He was just hoping she would come back soon, as she was the only living thing in this area who didn't flinch at the sight of him.

"I can see how you would find that depressing," James sighed.

Harry then glanced in a mirror and reflected on his own physical appearance, thinking how he was still rather slight for his age with wild black hair, green eyes behind the glasses, and a lightning shaped scar. This scar just so happened to be the most unusual thing about Harry yet.

"Fair point on that," Remus agreed, "so you were right twice over now."

Harry just smiled weakly this time, knowing they weren't about to appreciate his remembering of how he got this scar, so hoping to get past this part quickly he speed read.

Harry had not received it in the lie the Dursleys had told him, that Lily and James Potter had died in a car crash.

'Pig's tail' Lily comforted herself when she made to start screaming all over again because of that lie 'just remember, they did get their due.'

They had been murdered,

James winced, and he probably always would whenever he was forced to hear that sentence. It didn't matter how many times it appeared, it would never not be weird, and heart-breaking.

by Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard to ever have existed. He had sought out Harry's line and dispersed of his parents, but when he'd turned his wand on then one year old Harry, it had backfired, causing Voldemort to disappear that same night, and leaving Harry with fame. Sadly Voldemort was not gone for good, as Harry had now come face to face with him twice, and all things considering, he felt rather grateful to have reached another birthday at all.

There were several times many of them made to interrupt during that summarization of his last thirteen years of life, but it wasn't anything he hadn't heard already, and it was depressing enough to think about in his spare time. He didn't want his family to be sitting around thinking about it anymore than he had to.

Harry wandered over to the window and leaned out, letting the night air blow against his face as his mind continued to travel, until his eyes caught sight of an odd something heading for him.

"Crap," they all muttered at once, thinking 'it wasn't possible!' Harry was in a town full of Muggles, nothing too dangerous could be happening to him...right?

He froze for a moment, hand on the window and prepared to slam it shut,

"Glad you at least had that sense," Lily said uneasily.

before he recognized the shape as it passed below a street lamp and Harry lept aside.

"What was it?" Remus asked, mixtures of eagerness and fear still lingering.

Harry chuckled when he told them, making Lily say, "aw, the poor thing," while the boys laughed at the scene Harry described.

Through the window came three owls, two supporting the middle one creating such an odd shape. The middle bird was half unconscious, and they all landed on Harry's bed with a whump.

"He's not really dead, is he?" Lily noted with worry even though she knew Harry would read that with more concern if the bird was harmed.

There was something tied to all three of their legs, and Harry recognized the middle owl that was currently passed out as Errol, the Weasley's family owl.

"Oh, hey!" James yelped, grinning with glee now. "So this means Ron did send you something! Ha, can't imagine why he hasn't done it before now."

"He knew he'd gotten me in trouble," Harry reminded.

"Yes," Sirius waved his hand, trying to avoid screaming about that 'trouble' all over again, "but that was because of the phone. Why wouldn't he have sent you mail again?"

Harry just sighed, he understood Ron's reasons, but he didn't know how to explain it to them.

"It's a good thing you were awake for this anyway," Lily said, going back to the original point of this, "because that would have been odd to wake up for."

Harry ran forward and quickly unloaded the owl, setting its package aside and instead carrying the bird over to Hedwig's cage so that he could get a drink.

Lily beamed with unsuppressed glee, happy to see Harry taking the time to help out this owl rather than go right to his mail.

Harry then turned his attention to the other two owls, the white one being his own Hedwig, but the last unfamiliar in colour though what it was carrying was clearly a marked package with the Hogwarts crest.

"Nice," Sirius grinned, "so you got your Hogwarts letter on top of everything else today, and," he continued almost bouncing with glee, "that'll contain your Hogsmeade letter?"

For just a moment, Harry went as bright-eyed as Sirius. He'd heard all about Hogsmeade from the older students, and he was as keen to go as anyone, then that smile trickled right off his face when he realized who he was going to have to ask to sign it. They all noted his changing expression at once, and sadly didn't have to ask what it was about.

They all dearly wanted to sit around and make threats that those useless Dursleys had better sign Harry's form, but recognized it would only make Harry feel worse the longer they leaned on the subject, so they just desperately hoped Harry found a way to convince them.

Harry untied his parcel as well, and the school owl departed again at once, leaving Harry to look after his own pet curiously and remove a parcel from her leg as well. Turning back to Errol's package first, he tore apart the paper to find a birthday card slipping out and a present still wrapped.

Harry couldn't help it, his voice spiked with emotion as well, feeling a little silly something so small would mean so much to him, but not any kind of ashamed the people in the room all looked as if it was their own birthday as well. Surely, since they seemed just as happy if not more than him about this, it wasn't silly at all.

He found a newspaper clipping as well, the title of which declaring who had won a Ministry Employee Scoop Grand Prize; Arthur Weasley.

"Sweet," Lily grinned, "no one deserves that as much as them!"

"Best thing that could have happened to them," James agreed.

The article then described Ron's dad's position in the ministry, and how the family were currently using the money to spend the holidays in Egypt, and would return shortly so that five of their kids could go back to school at Hogwarts in the fall. The accompanying picture showed the nine Weasleys.

Harry at once began wondering why this photo felt significant. Why would it mean anything to him, except a nice reminder of his favourite family (outside of his own right now.) He brushed past it, wondering if he was really losing it.

The picture detailed each of the siblings that Harry recognized, including Ron with his pet rat Scabbers sitting on his shoulder, both of his parents, all of his elder brothers, and his only younger sister Ginny.

"Wish I could see that picture," Sirius chuckled, "must be funny to see them all squeezed in so tight for the camera."

Harry gave a little start and gave Sirius quite a look, one the others didn't even know how to describe. It wasn't truly recognition, but Harry knew this sentence was important to him... it was gone. He just shrugged, not really letting himself think about it too much since it was probably nothing.

Harry was more than pleased to hear of this news, knowing that no family deserved the pile of gold more.

"Hey, you said there were nine of them in the picture," Remus pouted, "how come you didn't finally describe the mysterious Charlie and Bill Weasley."

"Cause the picture wasn't that good," Harry shrugged, "just an old black and white one, and I could pick out two I didn't recognize. I'm sure I meet them eventually," he finished with

conviction.

Harry then turned his attention to the written note attached in Ron's handwriting, beginning with a birthday greeting for Harry, and going on to apologize for clearly getting Harry into trouble. He'd asked his Dad, who had suggested maybe he shouldn't have shouted.

Sirius couldn't help but release a surprised snort of laughter, while James said, "a fair thing to think, if you'd never worked one before and didn't know."

Then he described his time there in Egypt, but did promise that they'd have enough left over for him to get a new wand before he went back to school.

"Thank Merlin," Lily chuckled.

"I don't know, I agree with Harry," Remus laughed, "it did come in handy there at the end."

"Yes well, it was gone now, so we couldn't have kept it anyways," Harry reminded, still grinning.

Harry remembered all to vividly how Ron's wand had exploded at the end of last year, after having spent the whole of the year nearly being snapped in half when their flying car had crashed into a tree.

"Just thinking about that sentence without knowing the background of it," Sirius cackled, "makes it even more priceless!"

"So, I forgot to ask," Lily said, having to speak a bit louder than usual over Sirius for Harry to hear her, "did you ever tell anyone about the car? Or is it still in the Forest?"

"I told Dumbledore and McGonagall how we got away from the spiders," Harry admitted, "but as far as I know, no one went in and got it out. It's still in there."

"Where I hope it stays," James grinned.

Ron then informed that they would be back in time to get some stuff in London the last week of holiday, and if Harry had a chance of meeting them there?

"That brings up a good point I hadn't thought of," Lily said, frowning once again as she asked, "how are you going to get your school supplies this year? There's no way they're going to drive

you up to London, and even if they did I certainly don't want them knowing about your Gringotts Vault."

Harry just shrugged, saying honestly, "can't remember exactly, but I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm sure when Ron gets back from Egypt, I can go stay round his place again, and someone there would have made sure I'd gone." Harry frowned as he finished saying this, feeling how wrong those words were. He got his school supplies, no the part that was bothering him was in saying he stayed with Ron. He had a very bad feeling all of a sudden, like something had happened at the Dursleys... the thought was gone. Even now as he decided not to push it, he could feel the beginnings of a pounding headache returning even as he thought to try, so with nothing else for it he read.

Ron began to finish off by telling Harry not to let the Muggles get him down,

All four of them scowled heavily, wondering just how much Harry had told his friends about how that lot treated him. Just like with any other time though, whenever they asked Harry about it, he remained suspiciously closed up.

and hoped to see him soon. Then he added a P.S., pointing out that Percy was now Head Boy.

"Oh, this ought to be great," Sirius muttered sourly, as if that boy wasn't big-headed enough already, no now he was given even more responsibility.

Harry turned to the added on parcel now and unwrapped it to find a mini glass spinning top.

"Nice, it's a Sneakoscope," James said eagerly, finding this a rather fun toy when he was a kid.

"A bit useless around school, what with so much untrustworthy students hanging around," Remus chuckled, "but fun all the same."

Harry dearly wanted to ask what it was, or what it did, but hoping Ron might explain he instead read.

Harry read the attached letter, which was from Ron explaining that he'd given Harry a Sneakoscope which was used to detect people who were untrustworthy. Ron didn't put too much stock in it,

"Nonsense," Sirius scoffed, "they're plenty useful."

because even as he'd been sending it, it had been going off. Though that could have been because Fred and George had been putting beetles in someone's soup.

"That'll do it," Lily chuckled, "those twins are as untrustworthy as it comes."

"Well that's a bit harsh," James grinned without any real heat, knowing she didn't mean it. "I like them, they're good for a laugh."

"Which explains why I don't trust them," Lily smiled indulgently at him and all the other boys who were chuckling at their joshing.

Harry carefully placed his top down, watching it balance and stay still in the dim lighting.

'I don't know' Remus thought, frowning suddenly 'I don't trust any of those Dursleys as far as I can throw them, so I really wouldn't have been too surprised if it had gone off then.' It hadn't though, so he just ignored it for now.

Harry then turned happily to his other present, the one Hedwig had come with, which turned out to be from Hermione.

"Aw," Lily cooed, "Hedwig went out to find Hermione, that is so sweet! I love your owl."

Harry nodded in fervent agreement.

Her letter began by saying that she had indeed heard from Ron about that phone call, and hoped he was alright.

"About as alright as he ever is there," James muttered bitterly.

Harry sighed, wishing desperately the book would quite mentioning this now.

She was on vacation out in France and had wanted to send Harry something, but hadn't known how, what if they'd open it through customs?

"Which is another reason we invented our own postal system," Sirius chuckled.

Then Hedwig had arrived and Hermione was able to send her present which she'd ordered via owl-order, through the daily prophet.

"Why haven't you subscribed to that yet?" James asked curiously.

"Hadn't quite found it relevant enough yet," Harry shrugged, "reading the paper just didn't interest me."

Hermione then went on to say that she was learning a lot over here, but was slightly jealous that Ron was in Egypt learning about their ancient customs.

"Oh yes," Remus nodded, trying his hardest to sound serious as he continued. "I am so sure learning's exactly what's on Ron's mind as he goes around those pyramids," he couldn't hold the

expression much longer as he burst into laughter.

Hermione had learned so much that she'd rewritten their history of magic essay, which was now two rolls of parchment more then asked for.

All four boys gawked at this, while Lily simply smirked and shrugged, completely unsurprised by this.

Hermione finished by saying she was going to be back in London at the same time as Ron, and hoped to see Harry then. She also added a P.S. commenting on Percy's Head Boyship, and how unpleased Ron seemed about it.

They all chuckled, glad to see Hermione still had her sense of humour.

Harry laughed as he turned his attention on her wrapped gift, feeling how heavy it was, and imagining it to be a complicated book of advanced spells.

James and Sirius frowned at the thought, but Lily and Remus scoffed, as Remus said, "I doubt that. Hermione might be bad around exam time, but she's hardly pressured either of you to be

studying more. No, I'm sure Hermione got you something she thought you'd really like."

Harry looked very eager and curious now as he read.

It was the opposite. When Harry unwrapped it he found a Broomstick Servicing Kit inside.

"Nice," all five of them praised, Remus giving his two friends rather superior looks.

"Alright Moony," Sirius scoffed, "knock off that, so you were right, again."

Harry chuckled affectionately as Remus' look only increased.

Inside were several objects all geared towards maintaining and keeping up a broom. Apart from his friends, one thing Harry missed the very most about Hogwarts was playing on his house Quidditch team.

"Can't blame you there," Sirius agreed with a groan, it had been ages since he'd been out flying, let alone played a game.

Harry happened to own a very good racing broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand, which was one of his most prized possessions.

"One of?" James questioned, a teasing smirk lighting his features.

Harry smirked and said, "yes, one of. I'm sure you can guess the other."

Sirius and Remus both snorted in appreciation at James rather put out look, he had been hoping Harry would correct him and say that his invisibility cloak was his most treasured object, and here his own son was, obviously teasing him and purposely saying the exact opposite.

Harry carefully placed this present aside and picked up his last bit of mail, which he recognized as being from Hagrid.

"Oh, so Hagrid sent you a letter along with your Hogwarts' stuff," Lily beamed, "wonder what he's been up to this summer."

Harry had only begun to unwrap the present however, and caught the hints of a book cover, when the object began to move, and snapped at him.

"Snapped?" Remus yelped, fear coming back at once. "What on earth could Hagrid have sent you that snap's?"

Harry was frowning, trying his best to describe what he had only gotten a glimpse of, but he wasn't doing a good job, so he turned back to the book in hopes for a better description.

Harry froze, knowing from first-hand experience that Hagrid didn't always have a good gage when it came to dangerous things.

Sirius released a weak chuckle, no one was going to argue Harry on that point.

The gamekeeper had been known to befriend giant spiders and sneak illegal dragon eggs into his home,

"And that's just the tip of it all," James muttered.

so Harry's caution now was quite warranted. He gingerly began unwrapping the rest of the parcel, now clutching his lamp as a defence should he need it, and out fell a book.

"A book?" Lily repeated faintly.

"A biting book?" James probed, looking like he was sure Harry was messing with him this time.

Now knowing the book in his hands was going to properly explain he read on curiously.

Harry only just made out the title The Monster Book of Monsters, before the book rolled itself right off of the bed, landing with a thunk, and beginning to scuttle around on its cover like some odd crab.

Sirius released a low, throaty whistle as he said, "damn, points for originality anyway. A book about monsters, that's kind of a monster itself."

"Guess it's no weirder than the invisibility books on invisibility," James agreed, still frowning at the odd little thing, and unable to stop himself from wondering why Hagrid would have sent that to Harry.

Harry tensed up at once, fearing that any noise made would draw unwanted attention. Harry tried to creep after the object, being as quiet as possible,

"But this would have been such a sight to walk in on," Remus muttered, "a book attacking them." Still hoping right along with Harry that the momentary humour it would have provided at the

Dursleys freaking out over this wasn't really going to happen, in favour of what they might do after the shock had worn off.

Harry reached out to pick up the book again, when it snapped closed over his fingers and scuttled away.

"Must have been quite the sight," Sirius really did laugh this time, unable to help himself at the rather annoyed look on Harry's face that he was being bested by a book!

Harry scrambled after it, threw himself on top of it, managing to flatten it in place. From the room over, he heard Vernon give a cough.

Then all four of them winced, already sick of this constant enjoyment flashing to fear and anger every other paragraph, all because of the house he was in.

Hedwig and Errol watched with interest,

Even Lily couldn't stop herself from giggling at that image, it must have been quite a sight.

as Harry got to his feet while keeping the book clamped tight to his chest and staggered over to a drawer, drawing out a belt, and clamping the book firmly shut. The book shuddered in clear anger, but was no longer able to go anywhere as Harry sagged back onto the bed and found Hagrid's accompanying note and read first a birthday greeting, then a cryptic comment saying that Harry may need this for his next year.

"That's right," James suddenly brightened, "Harry's taking Care of Magical Creatures this year! Hagrid might have sent that to him, for a jump start on the class."

"Well that was nice," Lily sighed, "though I'd much rather he'd just sent him whatever the school says."

Hagrid didn't put any further information in the note, saying he'd explain more when he saw him.

"Tell you what?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"Why on earth would any of us know," Harry pointed out, grinning over at him. Sirius shrugged, smirking right back.

Then Hagrid signed off his letter, and Harry instead went to his very last piece of mail from school, which contained its normal Hogwarts school list, plus an extra note this year explaining all about Hogsmeade and how he'd have to get a signed permission form to enter. Harry's enthusiasm wasn't very high when he realized who he was going to have to ask to sign it.

They all sighed, that old pang returning with a vengeance. Harry shouldn't have had to worry about asking permission for this, it should have been as simple as him going to see his parents and

having a nice conversation about all the shops available. This horrid reminder that he couldn't do this hurt worse every time they thought about it.

Harry glanced over at his clock again and found two hours had passed, and itching with sleep, decided to worry about it in the morning. Leaning up to a chart above his bed, Harry crossed off another day passed until September first arrived and he could return to Hogwarts.

"I did that all the time," Sirius nodded in agreement, "it helps the wait not seem as long."

Harry shared another smile with Sirius, oddly happy they had such a random thing in common.

Then he took off his glasses and fell asleep facing his birthday cards. Though Harry considered himself an unusual person, for the first time in his life, he was happy it was his birthday.

"Well that was a depressing end," Remus said in a forced chipper voice as he leaned over to take the book.

"And it's only going to get worse," Harry muttered, now knowing that vague feeling from before was growing stronger inside. Something really awful happened on this birthday, which was

saying something when compared to his other birthdays.

HPHPHPHP

Because someone asked, and it's a very good question, no there will not be anyone else joining the reading series. I did seriously consider adding Hermione and Ron sometime during the fourth book, but I'm still enjoying my idea that they don't really know what's going on. If any other people did join from the future, then they would ruin all sorts of stuff like Sirius, and Dumbledore, and countless other death's I'm still going to enjoy being a surprise. I could erase their memory, but it's the same reason I'm not going to be adding anyone from this timeline. If I have any other characters from their own time join, like say Molly and Arthur, then I would have to constantly deal with go back and read the book themselves, or 'we'll explain later' and just yeah not worth it. The five that are there are what you guys got.

P.s. If there are any book mistakes you'd like me to explain feel free to ask, and I will try and go back and fix them. Geeze this chapter's almost as much my talking as the characters.

#Harry Potter #The Life that Never Lived #Bookhater #James Potter #Lily Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Month Ahead Reading please? These past couple of months have been very challenging, and I graduate at the end of next month and honestly I am just hopeful for any form of positivity. Thank you!

Here you go love, apologies its so late!

Week 1: Ace of Coins + Page of Cups + Broccoli (Leadership)

So the aces are symbols of beginnings and just staring out on something new, and the suit of coins (pentacles) is tied with the material - things like finances, and work and that kind of thing. Which means that the ace of coins indicates opportunity, prosperity and a potential new venture. This new venture may be related to your school work or a job/career situation. The Page of Cups is a bit of a dreamer. He represents happiness, surprise, sensitivity, and imagination come to life. This says to me that whatever this new opportunity is, it’s related to something you’ve been thinking about, maybe hoping will happen. If you’ve been thinking about applying for a job in a particular field or starting your own business or maybe continuing your studies, now is a good time to look closely at that and make a start on it.

The Broccoli card really ties into this with its message of leadership. One interpretation is that you could find yourself in a leadership roll, perhaps within a group work setting or as the organiser of an event/celebration/whatever. It could also be read as an encouragement to take the initiative and throw your hat into a ring (or many rings) that offer possible opportunities for you. There is certainly a lot of potential here so don’t be afraid to take whatever chances are offered to you.

You may even start to see some of these opportunities appearing during the end of March as well as into early April.

Week 2: The Sun + Reconciliation + Commitment

I love seeing the Sun come up in a reading because it’s such a happy and positive card! It’s symbolic of success, joy, celebration, contentment and peace. Early April will bring energy and optimism. Two oracle cards jumped out as I was shuffling so I took them both. Reconciliation of course may refer to a reunion with someone so if a trouble relationship has been on your mind, you may find peace in burying the hatchet. But this card may also refer to just connecting with loved ones, spending time or celebrating with the people you’re closest to. Commitment with The Sun may refer to reaping rewards for hard work and dedication. It could also be a call to refocus on your dreams and figure out what your next steps will be. Of course, I should also mention that commitment could be a sign of someone committing themselves to you, potentially with a proposal, but if that doesn’t fit then ignore it. Because monthly readings can be kind of vague I try to include as many different interpretations as possible and not all of them will fit your current situation.

Week 3: Queen of Coins + My Backyard (Home is where I make it. I can find sanctuary every day.)

The Queen of coins represents practicality, financial security, generosity and opulence. She is a down-to-earth woman who is loyal to those she loves, who takes care of her family, and is often seen as motherly. But she also has business savvy, and financial intelligence. Which is why she can also be surrounded by luxury and wealth. This Queen of Coins may represent you and your position around the middle of April - the self-made woman, independent and wise. She may also signify a person of importance in your life, possibly an older woman, who desires to help you. She will show you love and/or care, as well as help guide you if you feel stuck or unsure.

In this context, the My Backyard card could indicate that the Queen of coins is someone you know, possibly someone related to your home. It may also be encouraging you to make a space of your own where you can draw the queen like wisdom and energy from. The guidebook entry says: “No matter where you live and no matter what you call your backyard, place loving energy into it. That can simply mean keeping it litter free and clean. It could mean adding plants of a sculpture. It could mean creating a herb garden or even adding bees. Even if you share this space with others you could create a spot that is yours energetically. One way the ancients did this was to bury a charged crystal or an object they owned in that spot.” Perhaps having somewhere you can return to, even while things are changing for you, will help you stay on the right track?

Week 4: Seven of cups + Stargazing (When you gaze at the stars you give yourself fairy-focus. Your intuition will flow more freely and reveal what you need to know about your situation.) + Wish Wisely (Use your wishes wisely to manifest your heart’s desire and take practical steps towards making your dreams come true.)

The seven of cups has a couple of different meaning. One one hand it can represent dreams or fantasies, on the other it can be about choices. I feel like it’s a bit of both for you. Earlier we had the Page of Cups card which relates to dreaming or fantasising about possible futures, so it may be that you’ve got that sort of daydreamy energy around you. But, with this being around the time you graduate, it may also relate to the choices in front of you. Finishing your studies is great but the question is what do you do next. This card may be saying that you have a lot of options in front of you but its also a warning that not all of them are good. This is where the Stargazing card comes into it. Listen to your intuition, or that inner voice telling you what you really want, and pay attention to what it’s saying before you make your final decisions. The Wish Wisely card also talks about dreams coming true but it reminds you that just dreaming and wishing for them isnt enough. You need to take practical steps too. Funnily enough, in the rider waite smith deck, the first meaning listed in the guidebook for the seven of cups is “Fairy favours” which I didn’t realise until after I’d pulled the oracle cards from the fairy deck. Perhaps this week will be a bit of a magical one with the fairys on your side, trying to help you see where to go next.

Week 5: Page of Wands + 8 of Wands + Mystery + Peace

The 8 of wands is a card of rapid movement, quick decisions and breakthroughs. I can see this as an indication that the next month is going to feel as if its moving fairly quickly and before you know it you’ll have graduated. The Page of wands represents exploration, excitement and freedom. I think it makes sense for such traits to appear around that particular event. But this is a card of opportunity and adventure. Although, interestingly, this page is also described as somewhat of a dreamer. Pages are also messengers so it may be that this week you’ll receive news about something important, or related to one of the opportunities you saw at the beginning of the month.

The mystery card represents the idea that it’s okay not to have all of the answers all of the time. Embrace the various mysteries of life and let things unfold as they need to. And peace is an invitation to bring a sense of peace into your life. It might be with meditation or by taking some time off from everything, or just by spending time doing something you enjoy. You’ve worked hard though and you deserve the break. It will help you find the curiosity and excitement of the page of wands.

I also drew some more oracle cards as a way to try and get a sense of the overall energy of the month.

I got you 2 ice cream oracles: Mint Choc Chip (endurance / determination / fortitude) and Pistachio (emotional healing / independence / responsibility)

It seems as if the lead up to your graduation won’t be completely easy but you have the strength within you to keep pushing forward. The emotional healing part I think could tie in with that peace card and I think this is a reminder to look after yourself as best you can.

On that note, I also pulled you 3 sacred self care cards. Originally I intended to get 2 but the first one that came out was Connect with your Womb and I wasn’t entirely sure how relevant that would be lmao. That being said, the guidebook does say it could be a mother’s womb OR the cosmic womb and I think it’s more about connecting with your potential for creation, whatever that looks like to you. All the same, if it doesn’t resonate, ignore it lmao.

Your other 2 sacred self care cards are: Use your hands and Watch a movie. Use your hands relates to creating something physical, be it artistic like pottery or painting, or something more practical like fixing a broken tap or planting a herb garden. It could even be as simple as repainting an old piece of furniture or hanging some nice art on your walls. Whatever you choose, doing something physical with your own two hands that has a tangible result will give you a feeling of accomplishment and a boost of confidence which will help you tackle bigger and more complex problems. Watch a movie is really just as simple as it sounds. Pick a movie or tv show you enjoy or one you’ve been wanting to see, sit down and watch it. Of course, you can turn it into a fun movie night, getting cosy in your PJs with a few favourite snacks, and maybe a few friend (irl or over discord or whatever). If you live somewhere where movie theatres are open it could also be a chance to treat yourself to a solo date night! However you decide to do it, watching a movie can be a great way to slip into fantasy and indulge when you need some time out!

Next we have 2 destiny cards: Courage and Compassion. These are both keywords that will be relevant during the month of April. Compassion especially draws to mind the Queen of Pentacles, so keep it in mind during the middle of the month. And courage is similar to the traits displayed on the mint choc chip ice cream card too.

And finally 3 Queen songs. I must admit, I originally couldn’t find my destiny cards desk and so figured I’d throw it back to when I first started doing these readings and draw a couple of Queen songs for you and then, right as I was about to take the photo I found the missing deck lmao so I just included both.

Anyway, your songs are: Get Down, Make Love / Dead on Time / Good Company.

I definitely suggest listening to these songs a couple of times during the month and seeing how they resonate for you or if there are any messages you can pick up in the lyrics. A few quick thoughts though. Dead on Time has quite a fast pace to it and this immediately made me think of that 8 of wands card and the rapid movement it suggests. Get Down Make Love is a slightly odd one maybe. Initially I thought it might have to do with ~connecting with your womb~ but looking through that deck theres another self care card which is literally just “Sex” so maybe not lmao. Good Company made me think of the Queen of Coins if she is another person who you can turn to for advice and guidance. It may also just be an indication that keeping up relationships and friendships will be beneficial this month. But, like I said, have a listen and see what they make you feel. It might just be that these are all bangers that will help get you moving or feeling pumped up!

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for-ests · 6 years ago

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Come Undone- Colin Ritman

"I don't have one night stands..."

"Yet," A smirk appeared on his lips. "you were destined to have one with me."

• Word count: 2, 545 • Pairing: Colin Ritman x Reader • plot does not follow directly with the movie, please don't point out mistakes I know they are there!

You had met that man before.

That was the first thought that came to mind when you spotted him through the vinyl store window. You watched him take one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the trash.

Something about him was strikingly familiar, maybe it was in the way he moved. The pure confidence in his step. Was he a celebrity? That could explain it... He sure had the stride of one.

Whatever your memory was trying to piece together, was strange. You did not like it.

You grimaced, glancing down at the box you were stifling through. Your friend Stefan had recommended the albums in hopes to give you some inspiration for the soundtrack you were working on for his game.

He had requested your collaboration since you were friends from high school. If anyone could create the perfect music to enhance the meaning behind his game, it was you.

You smiled at the thought, overjoyed to be working on the project with him—even if you were not doing much, not even near the amount of programming Stefan had to endure. Stefan knew the opportunity could boost your indie music career, and that was all the convincing he needed.

You slid the album Phaedra from the nook, holding it up and flipping it to the backside. You wondered if this was what Stefan had in mind. It was not the music he usually listened to, but perhaps it was for the sake of the premise he was trying to create.

You ran your fingers along the cover, the motion so simple, yet one that caused your hands to shake. You blinked as you saw something in the form of a flash.

You were sitting on a leather couch, one that you had never seen before. Stefan was on your right, his forehead beating with sweat. You knew it wasn't his house by how clean cluttered it was. The painting on the wall was not his father's style, and neither were the modern decorations.

You turned slowly to Stefan. He had his eyes closed, seeming to be listening to the music that admitted from the record player. You couldn't hear it. Yet somehow, you knew it was the music from the album you had purchased earlier that day.

"Doesn't Colin have a great taste in music?" Stefan grinned. His hands were held up in front of him as he air drummed to the silent beat.

What? You wanted to ask. Yet nothing sufficed. You could tell your body was numb, under something that resembled a spell.

"Colin...yeah?" Stefan stopped his movements at your confusion. His words were painfully slow, drawled out as if he had just learned how to speak. He slurred his words together in ways that made you feel suspicious. But at the same time— you were too excited to care. "This is his house, Y/N. Do you remember who he is?"

At the mention of the unfamiliar name, your vision focused. But instead of gazing at Stefan, You were gazing at yourself.

You were wearing the same outfit that you were wearing now. The same turtle neck, styled with the same pair of loose-fitted jeans. Everything in your attire was identical, down to the crew cut socks that were no longer covered with your sneakers.

"Yeah." You giggled, a dreamy smile spreading across your face. "He's something else isn't he?"

You gasped, swallowing hard at the sudden recollection. One that made no sense. How could you not remember that moment? Stefan looked so happy, a complete contrast of the current state he was in. Stressed out of his mind.

What is going on with me? You furrowed her eyebrows. When you thought hard about it, you could barely remember what your morning was like. All you knew was that you had to come here. To this record store, one that wasn't even close to your apartment.

That memory... seemed like a glimpse of the future.

You glanced around the store, wondering if anyone had witnessed your shortness of breath. It felt like the memories you were glimpsing were not yours. It was as if you were watching them through someone else's eyes.

You had a sudden urge to leave. Deja vu was something to not mess around with at this scale. If touching that album caused that, you were not going to buy it.

Your motions and thoughts felt oddly familiar, yet your reasoning behind it was incredibly fuzzy. Had you claimed this was Deju vu before? Even if you could not understand, you knew deep within your gut that it was important.

"I'm going fucking crazy." You huffed.

Shaking the feeling, you tried to focus on what you were reading. Stefan deserved to have the best soundtrack to his game. You knew he had spent days upon weeks on it, and you would try your best to create something that he loved.

If Stefan really wanted you to be inspired by the music.... you would buy it. Even if it gave you a disturbing tactility. When you gazed at the album, it felt like you were sinking deep into a hole.

You looked back up, noticing something move towards you in your peripheral vision.

The blonde man you had recognized entered the store. He walked past you without a second glance, his ignorance caused you to flicker your gaze away. Why was he making you so nervous? You must be having a really bad day.

The day. Your morning...What did you do?

Your eyebrows narrowed. When you tried to think about it, you couldn't. Why were you having memory problems? Did you happen to get blackout drunk last night? That was all you could rationalize, yet that still was not sitting right with you.

Your complete and utter confusion consumed your already paranoid state. You were smart, you never had problems like this. You always had a reason behind your actions. And now, you were just staring straight in front of you, vinyls gripped so tightly between your fists that you could have snapped them.

In your peril, you blocked out all functional senses. There was too much commotion in the store, too many people you did not recognize. People had filed past you in the aisle, but the sense of one presence caused you to stiffen.

Without looking, you knew the blonde man had moved next to you in the aisle. His browsing should not have caused you to spiral, but it did.

I need to get out of here. But first, I need the last album Stefan requested.

Frantically, and on the verge of a panic attack, you reached towards the next row of vinyls, knowing the title was Bermuda Triangle. Where was this preconceived knowledge coming from?

Just as you grasped the plastic cover, about to leave, the stranger next to you took a step back. He stumbled into your smaller frame, smacking you against the shelf before you could balance yourself.

You almost dropped the albums from the impact. "Jeez!" You hissed, holding the items you had collected tighter to your chest. Yet, you couldn't help but be grateful. For a brief moment, the panic that rose in your chest disappeared.

"Oh, my bad." The blonde stranger turned to gaze at you, apologizing calmly.

You swallowed roughly, having to tilt your head up slightly to study his face. He was taller than you had anticipated from a distance. You knew if it was you who had done so, you would have been frantic at the collision. Exactly how you had been a second before. You loathed public confrontation.

Despite that, you tried to smile. "It's okay." Your heart began to pick up pace as his eyes flickered across your body. You had definitely talked to this man before. His voice even resonated familiarity.

The darkest blue eyes you had ever seen, darted to the the albums you had pulled free. His expression turned blank, as if he had realized something you were missing.

"That's funny. I just recommended someone that band."

The way he uttered the sentence came in the form of an accusation.

Your lips parted, half in shock and half in realization. You had been told this question before. In fact, many times. You had the same friend, information that had been scarce until just then.

"Do you know Stefan Butler?" You asked before you fully processed your thought.

"Yeah." He blinked, glasses reflecting the blue light of the store when he turned his head. The look on his face conveyed that he was thinking the same thing as you. "I work with him."

"Have we... met before?" Your voice was quiet, laced with uncertainty. "I feel like I know you."

You seemed to physically watch the gears in his head turn. His revelation clear on his face. "I think so."

"From where? I-I can't seem to remember."

"I can't either." He admitted, the corners of his lips upturning slightly. You hesitated to ask another question, growing embarrassed as to why you were so attracted to him.

In the silence, the stranger's eyes flashed to the floor. You followed his gaze, noticing you had dropped your notepad out of your pocket. It contained the list of music that Stefan had given you.

The blonde man picked it up, taking longer than he needed to hand it back to you. "Thanks..." You whispered, brushing your fingers against his when you took it back.

At the contact, you were overtaken by another memory.

His body against yours, overtaking your frame in a passionate embrace. You moaned out his name, pleasure infesting your entire being. It felt so right to be underneath him, like you had done it before.

Your surroundings were blurry, but you made out his glossy red lips, hovering above you as your bodies rocked back and fourth.

You felt his hands gripping your sides, the veins in his neck defined from the hedonism he was indulging himself in. You.

You gasped, almost pained to remember something so sinful. You took a step back, suddenly frightened as you were forced to look his way.

"Hey... are you alright?" The stranger's once calm demeanor crumbling at your outburst.

"I...I-" You couldn't gather the words to explain what you had witnessed.

The blonde man set his hand on your shoulder, in a seemingly comforting gesture, but as soon as he did— his eyes widened in recollection.

Yours did in suit.

You were in the same apartment. But this time, Stefan was nowhere to be found. Instead, the man you were gazing at was next to you.

He was so close... and he was shirtless.

You felt your heart pounding, in the exact same way it had when you spotted him outside the store. Your head was spinning, cheeks pulsating with heat.

They were feelings of love. You recognized them as such.

"What are you going to do now?" The blonde man asked, voice as gentle as it could be. He lit a cigarette, one that had been rolled by hand.

Your nose crinkled in annoyance. "I don't know, what should I do, Colin?"

"Something different than what you've the 5 other times, Y/N."

Your mouth hung open as your mind reconstructed the reality you were in. You had met the man that was currently touching you before. And he knew that. You breathed slowly, eyes closing shut to process everything. You had done so much more than meet.

You swallowed hard under his gaze. Was he remembering the same exact thing?

"Y/N?" He whispered.

Your lips straightened into a thin line as you sorted through the new memories. Or experiences, you decided to call them. They couldn't be classified as memories if they never really happened.

Whatever they were... You had to understand.

"Colin?" You asked hesitantly. That was the only name that made sense, the name you had uttered in the flashback.

His large hand left your shoulder and fell to his side. "So it wasn't just a feeling. I remember now."

"Everything?" You turned your head away. So his name was Colin, and he didn't seem as shocked as you to be in this position.

"Yeah." He seemed annoyed. When Colin's gaze moved downward over you, you felt a flush of warmth. "We had sex."

The words were incredulously blunt. You felt like you had been punched in the face.

Your pulse jumped, and with it, your mistrust. "What? No— I don't do that. I don't know you."

Colin chuckled, yet his grimace did not fade. "You know me very well. You make Stefan's music don't you?"

"Yeah... but that's not it. I would remember if we were dating. I'm... I'm so confused. I feel like we've had this conversation before."

"Because we have." Colin sighed, glancing down to the albums in your hand. "I told Stefan to listen to that music, and I guess he told you. This is how we've met before. We are living the same day over again. I'm stuck in your timeline."

"Why?" You felt tears pricking at your eyelids. What he conveyed should not have made sense, but it did. Everything around you spoke volumes as to why you could not remember. And it frustrated you that you couldn't pinpoint what was making you feel this way.

"Only you can figure it out."

You gritted your teeth at his vagueness. "How many times have we had this conversation?"

"I think this is the fourth time. You're doing something wrong."

"Can I just ignore you then? Maybe that will fix it."

Colin smirked. "You can't resist me. And I can't resist you. That won't happen. You've already tried that."

"How do you know that?" You tried to say quietly, but the crude accusation in your tone made the other customers turn their heads.

The man ignored them. "I know certain things. I remember your body for one."

Your cheeks flared with embarrassment. "I don't have one night stands."

"I wasn't really a one night stand. We've done it a couple dozen times actually."

"What?"

"I think after that night, you keep messing up your timeline. That's why I assume we're here again." An expression of irritation flashed across his face. "I hope you finally make the right decision this time."

You stayed silent for a moment. Overwhelmed with the information. How could you possibly make sense of this? "Well, I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Stefan will invite you to my apartment tonight. And you'll go with him even if you don't want to."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing love, my eyes are just open."

Colin licked his lips, adjusting his glasses. His confidence was unnerving to you. Whatever you were going though did not seem like a big deal to him.

"The only reason I came in here was because I saw you. I think that was how we met in the first place. You were in here because of the music I recommended to Stefan. We are linked somehow. Maybe we will figure it out."

Your eyes darted away. What Colin said did not complexly register. There was no way you would have a one night stand. There was no way. You refused to believe it.

"Anyways, looking forward to fucking you tonight." Colin quipped, nodding at you before walking away.

And with that, he was gone. And so was your breath. Your head felt like it was going to explode.

You wanted to call out to him again, but you knew the confusing conversation was over. This wasn't the place to talk about whatever you were going through.

You watched him leave, crossing the street until he blended in with the rest of the by-passers. You left the aisle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. What in the absolute hell was going on?

(Let me know if you would like a part 2! I tried something new with the flashbacks... I hope it makes sense!)

#colin ritman #bandersnatch #will poulter #fionn whitehead #bandersnatch fic #colin ritman one shot #fanfic #will poulter fic

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psychobhyun · 6 years ago

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#26

@ohh-baekhyun : 1 & 28 pleaseee thank you with baekhyun

Huhu can’t believe one of my favorite Baekhyun tumblr requested something... Thanks for requesting!!!

🎀Daddy🎀: I want you to be my date to a party I am invited to. Someone will pick you up later.

You: Okay daddddyyy 💓 See u there!

After replying to Baekhyun’s text you go straight to your closet to find something to wear. You chose a red sequin dress and decided to wear black stockings that reached just below the end of the dress which tied the look perfectly. You simply straighten your hair and wore red lipstick because you knew how much Baekhyun loved the color.

Then a thought flashed through your head and you got an idea that would rile Baekhyun a lot. You snicker, anticipation building inside you because you were curious what his reaction would be if he knew you’re using a vibrator in the middle of an important dinner.

You sprayed a little bit perfume on your neck and wrist before you go downstairs to get inside the limo that was supposed to be your ride to the dinner. You could feel the vibrator inside you but it’s not turned on yet. You want to give Baekhyun the remote so he could control it as high and as low as he wants to. Just imagining it made you shiver in excitement.

When you arrived, Baekhyun was already standing in front of the door to greet you. He was standing next to his co-workers Chanyeol and Minseok. You said hello to them as well before kissing Baekhyun on the lips. “Hi, Daddy,” you said, voice almost inaudible but Baekhyun could hear you loud and clear. He glances at his co-workers to see if they were paying attention but when he knew they didn’t, Baekhyun leans in to whisper into your ear. “You’re purposely wearing red to make me hard, aren’t you?”

You giggle but you shook your head. Baekhyun puts his left arm around your waist and guides you inside the grand ball room where the dinner will be held. You stood next to Baekhyun as he introduced you to the people that were invited as well. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to give Baekhyun the vibrator.

Finally it was time to sit and eat the three course meal. Baekhyun was sitting on your left side and the person on your right side was Chanyeol. When the host announced what the appetizer would be, you took advantage of it and handed Baekhyun the remote controller to your vibrator. Since everyone’s attention was to the stunning appetizer, no one suspected a thing when Baekhyun acted surprised at what you gave him.

“What is this?” He asked while trying to hide the remote controller with his hands. When the appetizer was served and everyone started eating, you answered him. “You know what that is, daddy,” you say quietly so no one could hear you but Baekhyun. “It’s the remote to my favorite pink vibrator.” You finished. Baekhyun ignored you and shoved the remote inside his pockets and started eating.

You pouted because maybe your plan wasn’t gonna work tonight. You were frustrated because Baekhyun didn’t seem like he was swayed at all with what you gave him. You were starting to forget about it when all of a sudden a familiar buzz inside you startled you and caused you to gasp. Chanyeol who was sitting beside you grew worried and asked you if you were okay. “Yeah, the food is just really delicious!” You try to conceal the fact that your pussy was being toyed with by Baekhyun without him touching it directly.

Baekhyun smirks triumphantly as he finishes his appetizer. Your cheeks were hot and you couldn’t look at him because you know he’s just going to have a stone cold face and he’s gonna mock you for trying to play games with him. “Lower the setting, daddy please?” You asked him nicely but Baekhyun shook his head.

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

Your lips tremble and a tear escaped your eye due to the fact that the vibrator was in the highest setting and you were slightly shaking. Again, Chanyeol asked you if you were having a cold and you said it was just a bit chilly. Chanyeol scolded Baekhyun because he didn’t offer his jacket but Baekhyun just scoffed. “I’m punishing her for wearing that kind of dress right now.” The ambiguous meaning of his reply made your breathing even more heavy.

When the entrees were served Baekhyun finally lowered the setting which relaxed you a little bit. You could enjoy the food a little bit which you were thankful for. But as the night got colder you started shivering from the actual coldness and Baekhyun noticed. He draped his jacket over you and you thanked him. You thought his intentions on offering you the jacket was innocent but used the opportunity to conceal the fact that his hand was moving closer to your panties.

You look at him but his eyes looks like they are telling you “this is what you get for teasing me” and you realize that you were helpless. Baekhyun boosted the setting to highest once more and the shock of it caused you to come all of a sudden and Baekhyun was indulging every second of your fucked out face. The combination of the vibrator and his fingers made you come so easily and it satisfied Baekhyun.

Baekhyun held your hand and excused himself to take you home because you told him that you were sick. You just followed him into the car and after a few seconds upon entering the car, Baekhyun presses the button that makes the screen divider between you and him and the driver go up so you have a little more privacy.

“I’m so sorry if you’re mad daddy, I thought it’d be fun and give you that remote but,-“ Baekhyun cuts you off immediately with a cold shut the fuck up which caused you to seal your mouth completely. What you thought was going to be a fun and adventurous night turned sour and you bite your cheeks because you really don’t know what’s about to happen.

You arrived and Baekhyun still opened the door for you which made you feel even more guilty. He lays down on the sofa and you stand a meter away from him, still scared with what’s about to come. “I’m sorry for what I did tonight. I didn’t know what I was thinking and I thought that you’d like it but now I know you don’t.”

You were about to continue when he grips your chin with his hand which made you look up to him. He clenches his jaw and it made your knees go weak but you know Baekhyun is still mad. “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.” Baekhyun sat down once more and pulled your body and made you lay down on his thigh, ass hanging up. The short cut of your dress gave Baekhyun easy access to your panties and the wet patch on it made him laugh darkly.

“You wanted me to fuck you in front of all my co-workers, didn’t you? You wanted daddy to show everyone how good I make you feel?” You kept your mouth shut and that was enough to tell Baekhyun your answer. “Too bad you’re only mine, princess. But do you even deserve to be called a princess?”

You nodded weakly but Baekhyun gives your ass a hard spank. You knew it was going to turn blue-ish purple the next morning by the sheer power he used to hit you. “Princesses don’t act like sluts in front of Daddy’s co-workers. Princesses are good girls and you’ve been a bad one tonight.” He gives a soothing rub on the cheek he spanked before spanking the other one. “Shit, you’re soaking wet. This isn’t even punishment ment for you, isn’t it? I’ll make it feel like one tonight, slut.”

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keelywolfe · 6 years ago

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FIC: Between a Rock and a Hard Place (baon)

Summary: Stretch isn't much of a climber, but then, it sort of depends on what he's climbing.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff,

Notes: Eventually I will get to what I am supposed to be writing. In the meantime, please enjoy some fluff.

part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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~~*~~

Stretch was fairly lightweight for all of his height. His bones were slim, not having years of fighting and LV to increase their density. It made it easy to lift and carry him whenever the opportunity arose, and Edge indulged himself whenever possible. Having Stretch in his arms was always a pleasure.

It did not mean that having that weight flung on him unexpectedly wasn’t a shock and he’d learned to brace himself whenever he heard familiar footsteps rapidly approaching.

Like today. A bare minute after he walked through the door, Edge staggered forward a step as Stretch attached himself to his back like a burr, arms slung around his neck and all that slight weight suddenly his to support.

“babe!” Gleefully, and loudly, in his audial canal. Edge automatically reached back to brace him while Stretch made a fair attempt at climbing him like a particularly bony tree. He caught Stretch’s legs behind the knee, boosting him up until he was draped over Edge in a gangly sort of piggyback.

“You’re going to send us both to the ground one of these days doing this,” Edge said warningly.

“pfft, whatever, you love it.” The heat of his breath against Edge’s cervical vertebrae, followed by slim fingertips tracing the curves made him shiver, and Edge tightened his grip in a fruitless attempt to keep Stretch still. “besides, whatever goes up, must come down, and you like it when i go down. okay, so, what do you have going on tonight?”

The non-sequitur took him a moment to catch. Trying to follow Stretch’s train of thought was often more like a roller coaster than a subway. He considered the question as he kicked the door shut behind him, carrying Stretch through the living room. Tonight he’d been planning on catching up on paperwork, finishing a couple outstanding projects, and outlining his schedule for the next week. He could do that.

Edge shifted Stretch’s weight until he could lean his own head back enough to give him a strained kiss. “What did you have in mind?”

“ooh, i found something for you, babe. this place just opened and I think it'd fit you right up your alley.”

"It would fit my what?" Edge asked, bemused.

“up your alley, down your gloves, whatever, it would fit. we got this flyer today, check it out!” Stretch squirmed his delightful way down as quickly as he’d climbed up, despite Edge’s attempts to keep hold of him, and pulled a wrinkled piece of paper out of his hoodie pocket. It was an advertisement for the grand opening of an indoor rock-climbing facility.

While he read the flyer, Stretch waited impatiently, bouncing on his toes with an excited grin firmly in place.

It was a relief to see. He was looking much better today than he had he night before. Perhaps he’d managed to sleep in this morning after Edge went into work. They’d met for lunch that afternoon and Stretch had been very much his normal self; the shadows beneath his sockets were softer and he chatted with his normal bright enthusiasm. Whatever experiment he’d done with San and Alphys seemed to have put him in a good mood and Edge would happily sacrifice his evening to keep him that way.

“I’m interested,” Edge said at last. “But this doesn’t seem to be your kind of event.”

Stretch only rolled his eye lights. “oh, yeah, because watching your bad ass scaling the mighty walls is gonna be soooo rough. tragic, really, dunno how i’ll survive. you wanna go?”

“All right,” Edge said thoughtfully. “Why not?” It would be good for him to go anyway, and judge how Monster-friendly the facility was. “Let me change, you brat, and we’ll head out."

“can i watch that, too?” Stretch leered, his slender fingers already trying to sneak beneath Edge’s suit coat.

“Only if you want to put this off until tomorrow night.”

“okay, yeah, good point,” Stretch sprawled out on the sofa instead. “hurry up, baby love, let’s get this show on the road.”

It was Edge’s turn to roll his eye lights, but he did as he was told and went upstairs. If this turned out well, he could justify it as testing out the facilities for the Embassy and besides, Stretch was excited to go.

That was more than worth his time.

~~*~~

Stretch tended to be a good judge of business and people. Since they’d come to the surface, he’d sniffed out many of the places on the Embassy list of Monster-friendly businesses and his skills did not fail him today.

Despite the building being packed with eager new climbers, the employees were flawlessly welcoming, almost excited when they came in.

Edge paid the required entrance fees for them both, adding on a starter package for himself that included training on the basics. Both of them accepted their wrist bands and Edge began to herd Stretch through the turnstile, only for him to resist, suddenly straining to look behind them.

“oooooh, gonna win me a medal, babe?” Stretch pointed at a rack behind the counter where dozens of little medals hung. The ribbons ran a kaleidoscope of colors and each medal declared its bearer’s level of skill, from novice to expert.

“I believe I can live without a trinket,” Edge said dryly, ignoring Stretch’s pouting disappointment. “If you want one, you can earn it.”

“Hey, there!” Came from behind them and Edge turned to see a smiling Human coming up to them. He was almost as tall as Edge and wearing a Staff t-shirt. “I’m the owner here, Maxwell Fleming.”

“Hello,” Edge said warily. Some of his concerns faded as the Human held out a hand to shake and Edge did, keeping his grip gentle. It could be difficult to gauge at times how much pressure was comfortable for Humans. “My name is Edge and this is Stretch.”

“hiya,” Stretch grinned, waggling his fingers in greeting.

“Really nice to meet you.” The Human jerked his head a little for them to follow and Edge did, Stretch trailing at his heels. “Look, I’ll be honest, you two are my first Monster guests, and we really want our facility to be welcoming to everyone. Would you mind if I handled your training?”

“Of course not,” Edge said, a bit surprised but not displeased. If this Human were being honest with him and the rest of the evening went well, he’d put in a quick-track for background checks through security and get them an official door sticker.

Stretch made a face and stuck his hands in his pockets, backing away. “yeaaaaaah, you two have fun. i’m gonna go find my sittin’ place. nice to meet you, max.” Stretch shuffled down to the small cafeteria in one corner. It had a good view of the walls and therefore, gave Edge a good view of him when he sat.

“Exertion isn’t exactly his preference," Edge said, dryly. "I believe he’d abandon walking if the universe would agree to come to him.”

Maxwell laughed easily, “Hey, no problem. Let’s get you kitted out to start, okay?”

~~*~~

As much as Edge enjoyed his morning run, he admitted he wouldn’t mind exchanging it for this rock climbing from time to time.

Max spent plenty of time with him and whether that was normal, or whether dollar signs dancing in his head at the thought of other Monsters getting interested in his facility, Edge did not know, but either way, it was well appreciated.

Rock climbing turned out to be excellent exercise and Edge quickly worked his way up through the difficulty levels. There were plenty of Humans here as well, but other than a few double takes, no one paid him any mind.

It’s was exactly what he wanted for the Monster community. To be so commonplace, they were barely noticed.

An hour in and he was pleasantly exhausted, waiting for a last turn at one of the expert levels. He kept a half an eye on Stretch, who was content to entertain himself with the vending machines and his cell phone, frequently snapping pictures whenever Edge was climbing. That he kept looking at his phone and giggling was a fair sign that Edge should avoid social media for the next couple of days.

Max caught him looking once, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“Think your—" Edge waited in amusement as Max visibly chose and discarded several assumptions before settling on “—friend would like to give it a go? One time, on the house.”

“If you can get my husband to try this, I’ll have the Embassy give you a public endorsement,” Edge told him dryly. He waited on a reaction to that information, distrustful of the supposed ‘morals’ that some Humans claimed as an excuse for being cruel.

Max only nodded thoughtfully, and surely the dollar signs waltzing in his head were changing over to the tango. “Let me give it a shot.”

He strode over with determination, Edge trailing behind in a jangle of carabiners and gear.

“Hey, buddy!” Max said cheerily.

Stretch was in the process of unwrapping a sucker from his pile of vending machine contraband. He froze as Max loomed over him, offering a slow, "um, hi?"

“Saw you watching your husband over there. He’s pretty good, right?”

“in many ways,” Stretch said warily. Years of dealing with his brother left Stretch prepared for traps of any sort and caution when one loomed on the horizon was almost second nature to him.

“Well, I was thinking,“ Max said, “I know this isn’t really your thing, so, what do you normally do for fun?”

Stretch only shrugged. “i’m real big on napping.”

“Ha, yeah,” Max laughed, perhaps a little too heartily. “No one tells you that when you get older, napping becomes a hobby, am I right?”

“yes, they do.” Stretch popped the sucker into his mouth and said around the stick. “because i just told you that’s what i do.”

Edge only stood there, watching his own personal pain in the ass in action with no little amusement. He thought he could hear Max’s teeth grinding from here.

“Uh huh,” Max rubbed a hand on the back of his head. “Well, listen, like I said, I know this isn’t your thing, but why not give it a try?”

“because i would literally rather sell a limb on ebay?”

Max seemed to realize failure was in sight and tried a different tact. “Okay, so napping is your hobby, what do you and your husband do together.”

“sex,” Stretch told him blandly.

If Stretch was hoping a little Human prudishness would put Max off, he was underestimating the drive of a salesman in his stride. “Sex is a hobby for most married couples. What else do you two do?”

Stretch raised a brow bone. “you want a list?”

“Nope. What I want is you on a wall,” Max said, abandoning subtly for bluntness.

Stretch leaned far back in his chair, wobbling on two legs as he gave Edge a dark, suspicious look. “he put you up to this?”

“I did not,” Edge called. There was no point in trying for an innocent expression, Edge had never had the knack.

“He did not,” Max agreed. “But he didn’t say no, either, and I think he’d like it if you tried. I bet he’d get a thrill out of seeing you do this with him. We get a lot of couples who do climbing together. Probably make him happy to have something to share with you.”

That struck a vulnerable chord and perhaps no one else would be able to tell that Stretch was wavering. He let his chair drop back to the floor with a clatter, his eye lights flicking to the climbing walls and back.

"You can try an easy one,” Max coaxed. “It's good exercise, and it's perfectly safe."

Stretch turned those wide, imploring sockets to Edge, who only raised a brow bone at him in a silent warning that no rescue would be forthcoming. Not that he liked the idea of Stretch doing anything that might get him hurt, but there were plenty of safety precautions. If he wanted to try, he could try.

If.

The amount of grudging Stretch was giving off as he stood was almost a physical aura. “i guess maybe—“

“Great!” Max said heartily. Perhaps he’d had some training in Monster protocols because he didn’t attempt to touch Stretch, instead waving his hands to guide him as if he were bringing a particularly reluctant plane in for landing. “Come on, you’re gonna love it!”

~~*~~

A half hour later and love did not seem to be the word Stretch was feeling for his current activity and if he said the ones that were more accurate, Edge would be scolding him for using that language in front of children.

He normally wasn't one for taking many pictures; that was firmly Stretch's domain. But the sight of his husband's lanky form trussed up in the safety harness, staring out sullenly from beneath a bright green helmet, was one he wanted to treasure for years to come.

Max led them to one of the beginner walls, extending some twenty feet up and covered with brightly colored handholds. Stretch gave the wall next to it, one meant for children ten and under, a longing glance before stared up the designated one dubiously. "you want me to crawl up that?”

"Don't worry, this is a nice, easy wall,” Max said reassuringly. “And I'm gonna spot you. See this?" He gave the harness Stretch was wearing a firm tug and from his expression, it was a little tight in the pelvic region. "You get stuck or start to fall? I've got you."

If his speech was meant to inspire confidence, it fell well short of topping off Stretch's mental cup. He stayed where he was, staring up, even as Max took his place with the belay rope.

Stretch turned that dubious expression in Edge’s direction. "you really think i should try this?"

“At least once,” Edge told him, amused, “it was your idea to come here.”

“i was here to check out the scenery, not to join the cast,” Stretch muttered. He squared his shoulders and nodded firmly. “okay, then.”

"Really?" Edge would have guessed Stretch would beg off by now. Certainly he had no trouble making his desires known, often with great volume.

"yeah, sure,” Stretch shrugged. “why not, live free or die young, let's carpe some fucking diem or whatever that shit is. max?”

“Yeah, I’m ready for you, buddy!” Max called to him, rope firmly in hand.

Stretch still didn’t move, shuffling his shoes, his laces very recently and firmly tied by Edge. "so, let me see if i got this straight. the goal is to get to the top of the wall, right?"

"Right,” Max agreed. He pointed upward. “There's a bell you can ring at the top.”

"and if i get to the top of the wall, will you two let me sit and watch the rest of the time?"

Edge would have been content to allow him to do that even if he didn't, just for being willing to try. "Of course--" the moment the words left his mouth he realized his mistake. "Wait!"

Too late. Edge sighed in exasperation as Max yelped and scrambled back from the suddenly empty platform.

"hiiiiii!" Stretch peered over the ledge, grinning smugly down from the top. He sat down with his legs dangling, waggling his fingers at them.

"That's cheating!" Edge called up. Other Humans were staring now with wide eyes and Edge groaned inwardly. Not exactly one of the more unobtrusive ways introduce Monsters to Humans.

"you said i had to get to the top of the wall," Stretch called down gleefully. He reached out and tapped a finger against the bell, the hollow ting of it ringing down to them. "i'm up!"

"You didn't climb anything!"

"climbing was not specified. only 'top' and 'wall' and in both those areas, i am a completest." He teleported back down, grinning cheekily at his own cleverness. "i did it, do i get a medal?"

Edge supposed it was good for their marriage that it was entirely too difficult to stay irritated with him in the face of such glee, even as smug as it was.

Max seemed to agree. He recovered admirably from his shock of seeing his newest client vanish and now simply looked amused. "Sure, I’ll get you a medal.”

He went behind the counter, bypassing the medals and ribbons hanging on the wall behind him. Instead, he rummaged through a box until he finally pulled something out triumphantly.

"Here you go!" He held it up, carrying it to Stretch and presenting it with mock ceremony. It was gaudy, gold-tinted piece of plastic on a cheap red, white, and blue ribbon and Stretch laughed delightedly as he looked at inscription. One side had a cartoonish hand giving a thumbs up and the other said 'participant.'

"i really think this emphasizes the deeper meaning behind my climb," Stretch said. He settled it over his head with solemnly. "babe, take a picture, i need to immortalize my contribution for participants everywhere.”

He did, while Stretch posed majestically, still wearing his harness, and the Humans around them all laughed and clapped. In no time he was chatting with many of them, several of whom seemed to know him from Twitter.

Picture taken, Edge only stood back and watched as yet another group of Humans fell beneath his husband’s charm. Honestly, Edge couldn't say if it would be the greatest or worst of ideas for Stretch to work for the Embassy. It was probably best that he wasn't interested. Max came to stand next to him, watching in bemusement.

“I’ll speak to our PR department tomorrow,” Edge told him quietly, “but if he is talking about you on his Twitter, I expect you’ll see an increase in business.”

“Nice. He’s a funny guy, isn’t he,” Max grinned and yes, Edge would be happy to push for speedy background checks. “I’ll get you some free passes, too. From now on, he doesn’t need an extra entrance fee, if he promises to stay in the café.”

“I’m sure that’s a bargain he’d agree with.”

Edge managed one last climb before dragging Stretch away from his audience. It was later than he’d expected to stay, the sun already going down, and from the way Stretch was dragging a bit, almost swaying on his feet, it was well past time to go home. One morning of sleeping in wouldn’t be enough if he was running on a sleep deficit.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Edge asked. Not that he didn’t know the answer. Stretch was still wearing his medal and he fingered it absently.

“yeah, but i think i’ll stick to climbing you, babe. you’re about as high as i like to get.”

“Yes, you have a difficult enough time keeping your feet on the ground.” Whatever flirtatious jibe Stretch came up with dissolved beneath a jaw-cracking yawn. Stretch shifted to lean his head against Edge’s shoulder, snuggling against him as well as the seat belt allowed. It made driving more difficult, but not much.

He was asleep in record time, leaning more heavily against Edge and when they got home, Edge fully expected to have to carry him into the house. Through their front doors and up the stairs to settle him into their bed and truth be told, Edge was looking forward to it.

He would gladly take any excuse to hold Stretch in his arms.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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absolutelyxosmittenxo · 6 years ago

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Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!"

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me."

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more."

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly."

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall."

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?"

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you."

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you.

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms. "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

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lizartgurl · 7 years ago

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Back To You (Aqualad x OC)

A very self-indulgent AU that is actually great fodder for my muse

@sand-son @betteonit @the-shadow-of-atlantis

PART TWO.

(part one)

Tim and Mara sat on her bed, watching as Emma flitted from one thing to another.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” Mara asked, pointing at the pile spilling out of the one industrial-grade duffel bag she was advised to take.

“I’m fine!” Emma said nervously as she shuffled through the walk-in closet she shared with Mara, trying to decide between two different blue shirts.

Tim sighed, sinking down into the thick down comforters as he rested his laptop on his chest.

“You aren’t trying to see which color Kaldur would like best, are you?” He asked.

“I am not!” Emma insisted. She discarded both shirts and snatched up a pink turtleneck instead.

“Why are you so mad at him?” Mara asked, tossing aside a peach lollipop for a watermelon lollipop on her bag of dum-dums.

Emma didn’t know why the question made her want to laugh.

“Because, Mara, you’ll learn when you’re in a relationship, that there is a certain amount of trust to be expected between partners. And when that trust is broken, you have to question whether that relationship is what you thought it was.”

“Didn’t Rick say he wanted to trust you though?” Tim pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s not the point!” Emma threw a few more pointless items on the pile.

Mara bit into her lollipop, “Then what is?”

“I don’t know!” Emma threw her arms up in the air, sending her pile flying. She fell face-first into her bed with a groan. “Why did I say I’d do this?”

“Because you like Kaldur!” Mara exclaimed, waving her dum-dum like a fairy wand.

“Not anymore, Mara,” Emma muttered into the quilt. Seizing the opportunity, her beloved cat, Justice, leaped onto Emma’s back and curled up, ready to sleep close to his favorite human.

Tim sat up and patted Emma’s head, “But you do still care about him.”

“Well yeah, even if his plan was stupid, he still did a lot to save the world,” Justice hissed irritably as Emma propped herself up on her arms, staring out the window at the gardens of Wayne Manor, green slowly fading to brown already. However cold the New England summers got, Canada was going to be even colder.

“So you do still like him?” Mara waved a cherry lollipop in Emma’s face tauntingly.

Emma snatched it up with a grin for her little sister, “If you say that one more time, I’ll kick you out of my room,” She tickled Mara’s ribs as they both burst into laughter.

“Save me, Tim! Save me!” Mara begged with dramatic flair.

“Okay,” Tim turned his laptop for both of them to see. “By doing research on various areas of Canada, specifically the ones JSA-ers are known to protect, I have put together a list of various things you may need to be able to enjoy yourself while tolerating Kaldur and surviving in the Canadian wilderness.”

Emma stopped tickling Mara and examined the list.

“Tim, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You can prove it by letting me turn your room into a private study while you’re gone,” Tim sat up tall and folded his arms proudly.

“As if!” Emma shoved the laptop back at him as Mara beaned her brother with a pillow.

“There’s like fifty studies already in the manor! You don’t need another one!”

“Yeah, but they’re too far from my room,” Tim almost whined.

“Do you really want Mara to have free access to all your files and crap?” Emma nodded towards the closet, connecting both girl’s rooms.

Tim sighed in defeat, “You have a point.”

“Just ask Bruce to open up another study! Even if he won’t, Alfred will,” Mara shrugged.

“Okay, but later. Now, we have to go through everything on this list,” Emma said.

Tim and Mara grinned up at her, “Oh, so now you want our help!”

Emma shrugged, sorting her big pile into smaller piles. Satisfied by how calm she was now, Justice settled into her lap. Emma’s heart jolted, and she held her cat very close. She could still remember the day after she got her powers, when Rick came to her with a kitten that Bruce had found in the alleys of Gotham during his nightly patrol.

“Emma?” Mara asked, sliding down to sit next to Emma on the floor.

“You okay?” Tim joined them, shutting his laptop.

Emma let Justice go and sighed. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time she did that today.

“I’m going to miss you guys,” She sighed.

Mara hugged Emma tightly. “If you’re sad about it, and you don’t like Kaldur anymore, then why are you going?”

Emma pulled Tim into the hug. “I made the choice to be a hero a long time ago. To protect others who couldn’t help themselves. Kaldur may be able to protect himself, but after all he’s been through, he’s going to need all the support he can get.”

“What if he has to stay there? Forever?”

Emma stopped in the middle of rolling up one of her graphic t-shirts. “I don’t know, Mara. Maybe after he’s settled in, I’d come back.”

“That’s mean.”

“Look, no one asked you, Tim!” Justice meowed in agreement, and Emma threw one of her old stuffies at Tim. He caught it in his hand.

“Hey, isn’t this the dragon that Kal-”

“Hey guys!” Rick grinned as he leaned against the doorframe. “Are you all having fun without me?”

“Richard!” Mara leaped up to hang off his leg. She loved it whenever Rick came over.

“Can you please tell Emma to stay if she hates Kaldur so much?”

“I don’t hate him...” Emma stammered.

“You act like you do,” Tim snorted.

Emma sighed, “I don’t know what I’m feeling. Everything’s just happened so fast.”

“How are you doing?” Rick asked. He boosted Mara up onto his shoulders.

Emma debated on telling them, but she really shouldn’t be making a big deal out of it if she wasn’t going to need them for the foreseeable future.

“It’s the anxiety. It’s been acting up ever since we took down the Reach.” Rick and Mara nodded understandingly.

“And got Kaldur back?” Tim added insightfully.

Emma sighed, though it came out more like a groan. “I can’t make up my mind about anything, and I feel like I have to make a decision immediately, but I can’t ever decide. I thought maybe getting away from everything would give me time to think.”

“Well, how about you think over a nice, warm dinner of Alfred's?” Rick prompted, making finger guns at the bedroom door, “I'm pretty sure he was making chicken alfredo with pasta in honor of your big mission.”

“Yuck!” Mara mimed barfing.

“Mar, if you get anything in my hair, I will force feed you an entire jar of Alfred's alfredo sauce.” Richard threatened.

Mara screamed and jumped off the bed, running up the hall and down the stairs, Richard hot on her heels.

Shaking their heads, Emma and Tim followed.

With Richard and then Barbara over for dinner, the table was a bit fuller and the entire manor looked a bit brighter than usual. Bruce even talked and laughed a little bit, and he really did try to finish his meal before he finally gave in to the police radio feed coming in through his earpiece. He wanted them to join him as soon as possible.

After dinner was finished and Alfred had made everyone help with clean-up, the others made to follow Bruce to the cave.

“Good luck you guys, watch each other’s backs,” She said, not putting any effort into her encouragement.

“You’re not coming with us?” Mara’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Emma hugged her, “You’re almost twelve now, Mara, you can’t really do puppy-dog eyes anymore.”

The younger girl huffed. “It was worth a try,” She grumbled.

“I’m going to need all my energy for tomorrow,” She did her best to smile.

Barbara hugged her tightly. “Any last words you can give me about the team?”

“Sheesh, Babs, don’t make it sound like I’m dying!” Emma scolded.

“You might as well be,” Rick snickered. Emma punched him in the shoulder.

“Seriously though, everyone’s so different from everyone else. If you respect them and show that you trust them, they’ll do the same for you.” Emma nodded. Richard tugged at his collar, uncomfortable for only a split second.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Babs asked.

Emma really wished people would stop asking her that. She was starting to doubt herself.

Emma nodded, waving them towards the stairwell hidden behind the grandfather clock.

“Someone’s gotta make sure Kaldur doesn’t kill himself trying to uncover another plot to take over the world after he gets cabin fever.”

“Hey, It’s Canada!” Richard grinned at her, “How bad can it be?”

The sun was just barely up when Emma’s alarm clock (and Bruce) woke her up. Justice woke up when the bed shifted, and stayed awake long enough to bop his forehead against Emma’s. She ducked into Mara’s room, lightly kissing the sleeping girl’s forehead in goodbye, and retrieved her duffle from the closet. Even Alfred was still asleep.

“How was it last night?” She asked, getting in tone of the Wayne’s least-conspicuous cars with Bruce.

“Not too bad,” Bruce turned the key in the ignition. “I told Commissioner Gordon that Nightingale is retiring, for now.”

“And what’s Emma Grayson’s story?” They turned on to the long, lonely road, leading towards Gotham. Emma’s home from the majority of her life.

“The paparazzi knows you like to avoid attention, so that should cover it for maybe a month or two. Tim has your instagram programmed to post some faceless photos of you hanging around the manor with him and Mara, and Justice. Then, when everyone starts getting antsy, I’ll send the jet to Uganda and announce that you’re helping with charities there for an indefinite time. They’ll eat it up, and keep your identities separate.”

Emma exhaled. “Sounds good.”

Bruce made a quiet exclamation, remembering something, and retrieved a paper bag from the backseat without taking his eyes off the road.

“Alfred packed that for you and Kaldur. After that runs out, you’re on your own for cooking.”

Emma snorted, “It’s not like I’m as bad as you.”

The jeep picked up speed as they made it through the city and onto onto the bridge connecting Gotham Island to the mainland New Jersey and Bruce almost grinned. “Just don’t burn the house down. It’s hard to come by a good safehouse these days.”

Ignoring the turning in her stomach, Emma examined the bag’s contents, and immediately devoured a cinnamon roll. Infinitely better than the protein bar she planned to settle on for her breakfast.

They drove in silence for an hour, crossing into New York, past the hills, and down an old dirt road deep in the woods. Emma was too nervous to sleep. Could she really do this? After all that had happened, could she stay in the same house as Kaldur for an unspecified amount of time and still stay sane? She wanted to get away and think, and this was the first opportunity that popped up. She wouldn’t have to worry about typical mission stuff, it would be the emotional toll rather than the physical.

“We’re here.” Bruce stopped the car with a jolt that yanked Emma from her thoughts. The car was parked beneath the umbrella of the trees, but just ahead was a clearing, and with the growing daylight, Emma could make out the gray helicopter that was producing the chopping sound that suddenly filled her ears. Bruce grabbed her bag for her, and she shouldered her backpack.

“You’ll promise to take care of Justice, right?” She said before the noise grew too loud.

Bruce sighed, “So long as he doesn’t claw up my good suits, then yes.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “You can just buy fifty more!” She laughed when she saw Bruce’s grin, but that was before the shades came on. Batman in disguise.

She almost didn’t recognize Wildcat without the catsuit. He stood alone with Kaldur next to the helicopter. Bruce handed Emma’s things to Ted, and he tossed them on the helicopter.

“Well, no point waiting around any longer. Come on kids, the sooner you two are hidden away the better,” Ted hopped in the pilot’s seat, and Aqualad glanced at Emma before climbing in one of the other available seats.

“Nightingale,” Batman grabbed her shoulder before she could decide whether or not she really, absolutely, definitely wanted to get in the copter.

“Be careful who you trust. Tell no one who you really are.”

Emma nodded. That much was obvious.

“No cable, no laptop, no phones. Use landline sparingly. No credit cards, either. Don’t use anything that they can use to trace you.”

He handed her a thick, white envelope.

“This is your allowance for the month. We’ll get your next spendings to you eventually.”

Confident he’d finished his lecture, Emma turned to board the helicopter, but he stopped her.

“Emma, remember, this is for Kaldur, not you. If you can’t handle it, you let us know.”

Emma hesitated before nodded.

“I love you, Dad,” She said quietly.

Bruce just nodded. “Stay safe, Emma.”

He had vanished before she even reached the chopper.

#lizart writes #aqualad #kaldur'ahm #aqualad x oc #kaldur imagine #my ocs #nightingale #back to you #kaldur #young justice fanfiction #ey i actually got this up tonight

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hanksthompson · 7 years ago

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Requesting Danganronpa Characters For a Panfandom RP Site

Site name and link: Basura

Site genre: Panfandom

Site info: Basura is a chat-based rp site with a very laid-back and chill community, all of the members being 18+. There’s no word count and it’s all canon based, with all the characters being pulled in from their respective fandoms. There’s plenty of opportunities for character growth, interactions you wouldn’t have expected, and a lot of fun plots!

Contact info: Either with Tumblr messenger or on Discord! (Floradox#2676)

Role(s) requested: ( under a read more because this list got really long whoops...)

Makoto Naegi: Our current characters from this franchise are Kaede, Rantarou, Kirumi, Kokichi, Gonta, Miu, Kaito, Maki, Junko, Gundham, Kiibo, and Chiaki (the last two are both me!). That’s a lot so far, true, but we’d accept more with welcoming arms! So of course the first protagonist is on this list, and there’s a lot of different ways he could be added in! Whether he’s from one of the games or the anime would be super efficient, and the site will also be getting a Komaru soon! Who doesn’t love sibling interactions, right? He’s a very average boy, but our kids have gotten into pretty weird shenanigans and plots that I’m sure he wouldn’t be exempt from, and who knows? He might like this crazy, crazy planet! It would definitely be interesting to see how he reacts to everything, or how he interacts with the kiddo’s from the other games!

Touko Fukawa: What an....interesting girl. Touko took some time to grow on me, but Despair Girls really gave her a much needed boost. This poor, self-proclaimed outcast may not have the best time initially, and I’m assuming that if you would want to rp her, it would be like….picking up two people in one? Which is, of course, perfectly fine with the site! Things on Basura are….a bit chill, for the most part, more so in comparison to all that Touko has dealt with, for sure. As well as, of course, another character that could very well vary, depending on where you take her from! And as previously stated, we’ll be getting a Komaru soon, and the girl who wants to play her ships Toukomaru. So if that’s your cup of tea, then ship plots are a bonus! Please bring this hopeless bi to us, and give her a bath she needs it.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:Good boy! He’s such a good boy! But also a lonely boy….he needs friends, let him have friends, he needs more than just Mondo, after all. Also? Without a doubt the mom friend of this cast, you can not change my mind on this. Let him take care of any potential characters from this game, and get baffled by the amount of fighting that happens on this planet, and also make friends. I really can’t stress that enough, the girl who plays Kaito and Gundham wants them both to interact with Taka, just imagine that. (and i know we don’t have a Mondo but like….those two should date, yeah? yeah)

Mondo Oowada:Hahah wow look I’m requesting next what a weird coincidence…….listen just hear me out. Having a mondo would be entertaining af, he’s already a pretty funny character, in my honest opinion. He can be friends with Taka and Chihiro, cause imagine how pure those three could be, hanging out together. I’m not at all requesting for him because I want to see Ishimondo happen ok that’s duMB (but hey please let that ship happen, it would be great)

Chihiro Fujisaki:And of course, this little one is next. Chihiro is such a good boy? And I love him? And i want someone to play him so bad, not just for the friendship with Mondo and Taka, but like….I want him to grow as a character again without being rudely interrupted. I want him to be confident because it’s what he deserves. And like….Chiaki would love to see her dad too, just saying…

Sonia Nevermind: An angEL! Sonia is such a sweetheart and she’s adorable and precious and I love her a whole lot, ok. She has such weird interests but like, they work?? She gets so excited about them, and like, she cares about her friends a lot…..look all I’m saying is I want her and Chiaki to be friends again please indulge me. Also, also! As stated….several times, we do have a Gundham who ships Sondam…..so like…...yeah they should date, right? It may take some time but they’d be really cute, wouldn’t they? Yeah they would

Kazuichi Souda: Probably, without a doubt, the butt monkey of this cast, but I love him a lot honestly. He….tries his hardest and I can appreciate that, and I like the rivalry he has going on with Gundham. It’s an interesting, if not probably played for jokes, dynamic, and our group would love to see more of that! Also…..he should totally be friends with Miu, I can see those two getting along to some extent, and who knows what kind of stuff they could make together. Please give us this weird, weird boy.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: Boss baby Listen, I just really like the fact that Fuyuhiko is apart of a mafia and that’s his talent but he’s like….the most responsible one in the group, it’s hilarious. He had a bit of a rough start, but damn did he have some nice growth as a person. I love him a lot and I just really want to see him interacting with all of these character please and thank you.

Peko Pekoyama: What kinda name….but also, I feel obligated to have Peko on this list if I have Fuyuhiko. They’re such good friends and they’re not sly at all with their crush ok, try and tell me they are. Let her be with her friends again….do the slow-burn ship if possible….give us a Peko please, I beg.

Hajime Hinata: Another protagonist! Wow! Hajime is, without a doubt, my favorite out of the male protags, and he’s a really good boy who somehow put up with this cast, like how the fuck? Though, I suppose if you do want to rp Hinata, he’d only have so many canon points to choose from, given the whole Izuru situation, you feel? But it’d be really nice to have him back, regardless, these kids need their leader again or else they’re fucked maybe probably.

Ibuki Mioda: Weird….weird girl. A lovable girl! But still very much weird. A musician who had like….a flamethrower on her guitar or something? What the fuck even was that, I’m still lost. One of her voice lines is her saying meow too like….is she a furry?? BuT, looking past the oddities, she’s...a really good friend to have, she just wants to help others find themselves, which is a really sweet we don’t deserve this girl.

Chisa Yukizome: Another odd girl, but still just as a lovable! You know….before the whole brainwashing thing. The mom towards the Sdr2 cast for sure, these kiddo’s all love her a lot, and they would very much like to have their mom back with them, safe and saNE thank you very much. Please give her to us, we’ll cry, probably.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #roleplay #sondam #toukomaru #ishimondo #dr roleplay

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fireandgloryrpg · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Nate and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Murdoch “Murdo” Fitzgerald with the faceclaim of Joe Anderson (younger resources) in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!

!! tw: drug use, addiction mention, needles !!

Out of Character Information:

Name: Nate

Pronouns: He\Him

Age: June 27th, 1991 - which makes me 26 now. Ugh.

Timezone: -3GMT

Activity: Working 10 hours a day, weekdays may be too busy for me to post sometimes, but I’ll try to keep up with the dash anyway. Saturdays and tuesdays tend to be quieter. I’ll be mostly on during my days off - sunday and monday, and though I may be a little slow, my activity tends to be steady.

Original Character Application:

Name: Murdoch “Murdo” Naoise Fitzgerald

Age and Birthday: 25 years old - december 13th.

Faceclaim: Joe Anderson. Second option: Domhnall Gleeson.

Heritage: Son of Liber, god of Freedom, Civil Disobedience, Fertility, Inebriation and Wine. Legacy of Venus (4th generation) and legacy of Luna (5th generation), a heritage of the Fitzgerald family.

ABILITIES:

[Charmspeak]: Liber is commonly associated to freedom of speech, and it was during festivities in his name, such as the Liberalia, that common folk had the opportunity of speak up - frequently against the government and Rome’s strict hierarchy and class system. Being both a son of Liber and a legacy of Venus, Murdoch has a natural ability to convince listeners of his ideas when he speaks, and move crowds with unnatural charisma - specially when it encourages rebellion and civil disobedience. His voice can provoke a dangerous state of unrest in his listeners and heighten up their aggression levels.

[Water to Wine]: Being a son of the ancient god of inebriation and wine, Murdoch has the convenient ability of turning water into wine. It usually works as a great party trick. His connection to Liber, however, also makes him particularly susceptible to substance abuse and addiction of all kinds.

[Fertility Boost]: Being celebrated as the god of male fertility, as well as the god of sexual freedom, Liber has granted his children the uncommon ability of heightening fertility levels around them - it affects both crops and people, and it may cause those around him to feel heightened desire and attraction. It also causes a strange bump in natality whenever he’s near.

Affiliation: Murdoch spent two years in the First Cohort before dropping out, much to his family’s embarrassment. But that was before the fires, before prison - before he left as a wanted man. Now he’s back, a persona non grata in New Rome, and he doesn’t really belong anywhere but behind bars, according to those that still remember.

Headcanons:

[The Irish Jesus]: During his time in the outside world, Murdoch has become popular among the hobos, prostitutes and criminals. Delivering inflamed monologues at parks and streets, he soon gained a steady following. Maybe it was the party trick that finally did it - turning all that water into wine may not have been his brightest idea, but when word got around, people were soon calling him the Irish Jesus. Murdoch would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention (“well, I AM son of a god, maybe not THAT god, so it’s not exactly a lie–”), but there was only so much he could do for those new age lepers, besides inspiring them to rise up and fight for themselves.

[The Monsters Within]: Though Murdoch has faced and escaped many monsters during the ten long years he spent in the outside world, some of the toughest ones weren’t mythological beasts. There were monsters, he learned, that lived inside a needle, and there were monsters that lived inside a bottle. Addiction was a harder beast to slay than most monsters. There is a dark side to Liber and his celebration of debauchery, and now Murdoch is very careful in indulging freely in some of life’s pleasures. Freedom, he’s learned, can be both intoxicating and dangerous.

Biography:

!! tw: drug use, addiction mention, needles !!

Every family has a black sheep. That one relative mothers use as a cautionary tale - do you want to end up like your cousin? That one person no one talks about until one drunk uncle lets the name slip after too many drinks in a family’s gathering, and then there’s an uncomfortable silence, followed by quiet sneer. Everyone knows that one guy that has been burned off the family tree, the unfortunate son among well behaved siblings, the stain in an otherwise pure heritage of proud romans.

To the Fitzgeralds, that’s Murdoch.

They always knew he was wild - restless like a caged bird, bearing his father’s free spirit like a family heirloom. Murdoch could never sit straight, could never just be quiet. He was the boy that talked too much, the boy that wouldn’t listen. Years later, they’d ask themselves if they could have known, as people often do when faced with tragedy. Did something in the mischievous smile of that little boy in the family portraits give away what he’d one day become? Some blamed nature - born into a strong military family, Liber’s love of freedom and lack of discipline was frowned upon, and no severe training could bend Murdoch to their ways. Some, however, blamed nurture - at the peak of her military career and well into the path to become the new Praetor, Oleana Fitzgerald had no time for children. The same day her son was born, she was back in her cohort, spear and shield in hand. Murdoch was left to be raised by his grandparents - and that sting of rejection was the first spark to what would one day become a fire.

Oleana wasn’t around much as Murdoch grew up - first, she was too busy with her military career. Then, she was undone by an accident during War Games. Confined to a wheelchair, she left New Rome for Ireland and upon her return, once again pregnant, they had already become strangers to each other. At six years old, Murdoch was wild; a hurricane shaped like a child, prone to wandering too far and getting himself - and his pack of friends - in big trouble. The birth of a sibling did nothing to calm his temper, as rejection stung deeper - Oleana clung to the new baby like a lifeline, and her first son, unruly and loud, could never quite fit her idea of a warrior.

But time is relentless and the years turned Murdoch into a fine young man, divided between the free spirit inherited from his father, and the wish for his mother’s affection. Following her footsteps, he joined the first cohort, but her eyes were always on Murdoch’s brother, intent in making the perfect soldier out of him. Murdoch grew angry - and that teenage anger was the perfect fuel for the rebellion that was his godly inheritance by birthright. More interested in politics and parties than swords and the battlefield, he soon became a dissident voice against New Rome’s outdated system - and the corruption brewing underneath it by the hands of the Cult. Nothing but a mild embarrassment, the Fitzgeralds thought; every family has that one kid - it was just a phase.

That was, until the fires started.

At first they were small and contained - an experiment for what was to come. Then, they got bigger - more than casual vandalism, they were a message. There were four confirmed criminal fires in key government buildings, after work hours, before Murdoch was finally arrested, at age sixteen. None had casualties, but for the course of six months, New Rome was turned upside down by the son of Liber.

Awaiting his trial, Murdoch suffered in prison - the true fear of a son of Freedom. A couple of days before he was to face the jury, however, someone unlocked his cell, and anxious to be free, Murdoch ran. It was only when the prison alarms were blaring and the tower of fire was burning in the distance that he knew he’d made a grave mistake. Years to come, people would say that there hadn’t been a fire like that since the likes of Nero roamed Italy. The body count had been of twelve - five of them demigods. Realizing he had been caught in the setup, Murdoch ran to an old friend for help, and managed to flee the city. It was with a heavy heart, hiding in the shadow of New Rome’s gates that he realized he could never come back - that whoever was responsible for that fire counted on him taking the fall.

But never is a long time.

Suddenly, with the entire world at his feet, he wished for the safety of Rome instead of freedom. But it was too late for that - Murdoch left with nothing but his smoked clothes, and learned to say goodbye to everything he knew that night: his grandparents, who deserved better; his little brother, who still had so much to learn; his cousins, his friends; and his mother, who would finally see him, but not in the way he wanted.

A life in the outside world, however, is not easy on a lonely demigod.

For nearly ten years, Murdoch survived on his own - sleeping in park benches or under cardboard boxes, stealing this or that, and making himself familiar with needles. Sometimes, he’d almost believe New Rome had been nothing but a dream - a drunk man’s delirium, some madness boiling inside his veins. But then, the monsters would come, and Murdoch would remember that it had to be real: hallucinations don’t draw real blood. Over the years, as his smell got stronger, the monsters would become relentless, following him wherever he went, so he never stayed anywhere for long. Friends with whores and addicts, gamblers and criminals, he found a captive audience - and that’s when the son of Liber felt more liberated, standing on a soapbox at the park, delivering his monologues to an eager crowd, hungry for change.

Some of them, eager to believe, started following him around the country. But there was only so much Murdoch could do for them. And when the monsters came, no one was safe. Finally, tired of running in a life that got increasingly dangerous every year, the prodigal son decided to return to New Rome, and face whatever sentence was waiting for him. He’d seen too much, lost too much, and his weary heart was calling him back home.

There were too many monsters outside, but Murdoch found the worst of them wore human skin.

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There was something intoxicating about fire.

To watch the dark smoke spiral up the air and the flames grow, licking the doric columns of the Senate hungrily, filled him with pleasure. It was something as old as time itself, as if millennia of insatisfaction roared in his chest - the echoes of plebeians rising against patricians in the first Republic of Rome, the cheer and anger spreading across the crowd in ancient festivities of wine and sex. But beyond that, beyond the murmurs of time running in his blood, like an old, familiar song, there was the burning feeling or power.

You hardly ever hear it, but when a fire this big roars, lighting up the night, it sounds like a deafening round of applause.

Murdoch took a moment to appreciate his masterpiece - took a lungful of air, coughing a little, as if to save that taste, etch it deeply in his mind to revisit in the months to come. Before he was even done, he already knew it would be just the first of many - the prologue in his statement on the comings and goings of Roman politics and its shortcomings. There was something rotten in the long line of perfectly aligned soldiers, their feet rumbling in unison in the battlefield like thunder. That order in which the Republic was built was but a lie. Under the military-oriented culture of their people, there was brewing chaos running in their veins: the ichor of gods, their malice and their greatness. That night, alight with euphoria, Murdoch could see it all: all they could be, all they were meant to have. They were godly children, not sheep - and they could do so much better than the old politics upon which New Rome had been built. It was an anachronic, crippled monstrosity, stuck in time like a silly pantomime of real power: Mr. Punch and Judy, wearing paper crowns, calling themselves good.

No; they were meant to be better.

“What are you smiling like that for?”, one of his cousins asked the next day, as they shared a smoke by the fountain. “Just life, Patsy,” Murdoch replied, with a mischievous smile his cousin had long learned to fear: “Life’s funny.” Patsy shook his head, taking a long drag of his cigarette before passing it along. “Sometimes I think you find this fire business amusing, Murdo. Don’t let ‘em catch you with that grin on your face. Not when they’re still mad at you over the Cohort thing - I mean, did you have to leave like that?” Patsy asked him vaguely, red head too full of girls and glory to notice the way Murdoch looked at the ashes the wind had brought, catching them in his hand like black snowflakes. “I guess,” the son of Liber replied. “I just know I’m meant for something else, Patsy. Something different. I’ll leave the fighting to you big men and your swords, trying to compensate for something–”

Their laughter bounced off the stone and marble, unrestrained and high, still stumbling over their first footsteps into manhood.

Four months later, one last fire took Patsy’s life.

Over the next ten years, people would still ask themselves why Murdoch did it, as if Rome hadn’t been built upon fratricide and murder: an empire of betrayal. Sleeping on a bench under the starry night, wondering about centuries of tragedies, Murdo never got to mourn his cousin.

They were meant to be so much better - and still, they made the same old mistakes.

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